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I Listen Now | Poetry

Endert's Trail Flowers: Photography by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

A day, a puff of cool air.

Fog fingering through dappling boughs as it greets the promising sun.

A river, and my steady footsteps.


For too long I accepted the herd’s definition of perfection.

For too long I ate quickly, and the food wasn’t real.

For too long I ignored the call out my window.

I was trying to be just like everyone else, after all.


I listen to the notes now: green, or quiet,

or shimmering and spicy.

Warm or cold, fluttering or bushy,


A shadow is like a friend with secrets.

I listen now.


From Fractalverse: Volume Two


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Photography: Endert's Trail Flowers by Shawn Michel de Montaigne