The silent grass enlivens

with sounds of 
little black hair.
Voices fill the air
with old politics
speaking out,
and young love,
Strolling joints
running feet
blue toothed ears
speaking to air;
texting fingers
and deaf smiles 
under wrinkling eyes.
The sleeping flower awakens
with sounds of 
tiny little chuckles.
Voices fill the air
of old hands,
holding tight
and young feet
Huffing breath
hiding faces
with jutting out ears,
tagging fingers,
and silent smiles
under watchful eyes.
As the sun goes down forgiven
The dusk changes, 
as dawn re-arranges.


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