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Unhatched Stillness
"Where are you?"
"Lost."
"Wow."
I am a leaf floating on the surface of a lake.
Spinning slowly beneath the moonlight
Anticlockwise
Making tiny ripples that will
Disappear before they touch the shore
"Are you OK?"
You are a sleeping stork
Bristling against the brushes. Still.
Protecting your brood.
Eggs that will not hatch.
"Your coffee is getting cold."
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