Just Listen
by Meredith
by Meredith
I sit in a tree
listening to the sound of the wind
petals float down onto the moss ground
I take out my compass
and hold it
in the palm of my hand
the night grows dark
the lantern blows out by the wind
all is quiet
still, listening
I remember my mother saying
“listen to the wind. you never know what hides in the mystery of the night”
listen to the angels
the ogres,
I listen hard
and think about what lies ahead for me
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