Interlude

Interlude
 The insects
            build a wave of sound
                  that crests
subsides    
    then             silence
 
The past does its best
            to fill it
but they           the insects
built it              silence
   too well
 
Exhausted on the bank
the beach
the edge of “next”
it’s all the welcome
all the prayer
            I need
 
 
Sherry Robbins, from Under World, Outriders Poetry Project

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