The Seventh Day - Jan. 8, 2021

Gary Hunter

Halleluiah to the earth

resting the final day

the song of a young lark

rides on Sunday’s silence

ears listen in bed

the wind sleeps

this morning

bustle is as unbearable

as the ignition of motors

of needless words

neither seen nor heard

the grass

stretched tall suns itself

safe for the moment

from those other kind of motors

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