Rumors descend
That cloud
like dirty milk
or mist on glass
Under the stairs
fold in
Be still
The quiet
in our ears
grown much
too loud
Wasps & hornets
lie down
on the porch
Every tendril
quivering
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Wonderful. Maybe more so with Dave’s Tweet still ringing in my ears from a few hours ago.