in between lashes
a soft vibrant hum
a small yellow bird sits nestled in a tree
still, i have more questions than answers
i feel like a silk curtain drawn back
or like a weathering river rock,
a life of adaptation
i see the way waters shape changes in the reflection
i could, too
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