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Oct 2020
I am building a shelter
here in the silence  

The pause between breaths
the moment when even my heart
gathers her rest, between beating  

I can’t stay long  

The scratching of pen on paper
a faraway helicopter
my gurgling belly
small feet running up the path  

I’ll come again
when I can
Snail
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Snail
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