decoupage

this sacred moment of sound
deprivation
nightly ritual that bleeds into the early morning hours
silent; birdsong
at three am &
a cat knocks a glass on the floor

no one heard the sound

does it matter
it didn’t shatter
imaginary playwright
swishing tail

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