I Drown the Myriad Voices

And let them cool and settle,

Into one. Who listened to this day?

What has this day spoken?

I’m not sure that I am listening

Well enough, as I look back on

The trail of today and look at the things,

Things I left on the trail; Things

I was supposed to pick up and didn’t.

I look at the creatures that poked

Poked their head out at me like voices from

From ‘Animal Farm’ in a barnyard fashion.       I

Look at the angels, the ones who

Smiled and shed laughter into

The dewy grasses and aged moss.

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