hour 18 prompt-just be still, and listen

my brother, bless him,

was the sort of child

who had the energy

of a ferret wild

he never met a tree

his limbs did not christen

his weaponized eyes

with tears would glisten

my mother’s imploring refrain

“just be still, and listen”

 

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