Soft Sounds

A bird glides to a landing.
A whiptail lizard suns itself on the stucco.

A cloudless sky.
The sleeping mountain.

My fingers stroke my beard
while thoughts bloom.

My dog curls up on the pillow
and sighs as her tail covers her nose.

My father’s emotional lockdown
after my brother died.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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