I could set my watch to the timbre
of your voice
Matching syllabi
For each half-second passing
The soft ticking punctuated between breaths
Eyes on the wall moving in
Synchronistic patterns
Black tail silently swishing
I brace myself for impact
The sudden revelation that
There is a world outside this window
Doves and crows cavorting on the wires
Scattering suddenly
Keeping their distance
& reconvening simultaneously
Everything is connected through these wires
Perhaps that’s how wishes are granted
The transfer of energy
From the fluttering of wings

I distinctly see something. Nice work going on here.
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