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| Original art by Judith Parsons Art • San Francisco 2018 |
The words became white
Turned to fog
Each letter
walking into the cloud
Silence was needed
numbness
deep
the wanting didn’t want anymore
the quiet sneaked in
perfect elixir
settling everything
a first snow kind of quiet
but more quiet
seeped
nothing needed to be said
Ms. Time
The new improved version
laid down beside me
She was quiet too
Waiting learning patience
She decided to let her lay
In Sheets of White linen
Which covered the earth
Wrapped in her cocoon
I left her
to rebirth herself
I returned to the water
The quiet fluid healed me
I believed in breathing bubbles
Agreed
We needed rest from one another
You find your butterfly wings
I shall find my fins
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