WHISPERING VOICES

A yellow porch light

Dotted with

The past lives of

Insects

Casts a weak

Weathered haze

Onto a green

Screen door

Where voices

Whisper out

Into the openness

Of cool air.

 

Inside lights

Speak shadows onto

Walls

As plates retired

From dinner

Swim with silverware

In the sink.

 

A rocking chair

Meters out

The end of day

As fireflies

Blink in silence

Goodnight.

 

 

 

 

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