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Silent Still Dark The faraway, rhythmic jiggle of a dog’s collar The arrival of a soft breeze and the pull of its departure The deep pink roses standing out like secret beacons in the corners Stop and smell Nose damp Free rose water Grin You could skip if you wanted to, and sometimes you do You could sprint like a child The exhilaration of running on carpet indoors No elements to stop you And you’re outside, even better Dirt Grass Tiny wildflowers A stick No moss Put it in a jar and label it Dickinson Square Park Then
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Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 4:31 AM UTC
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Silent Still Dark The faraway, rhythmic jiggle of a dog’s collar The arrival of a soft breeze and the pull of its departure The deep pink roses standing out like secret beacons in the corners Stop and smell Nose damp Free rose water Grin You could skip if you wanted to, and sometimes you do You could sprint like a child The exhilaration of running on carpet indoors No elements to stop you And you’re outside, even better Dirt Grass Tiny wildflowers A stick No moss Put it in a jar and label it Dickinson Square Park Then
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