a map constructed of
listening
anthologies of
listening
the moon is growing fatter
we are wandering
carpenters
sleep upon
the fallen things
the rotting leaves,
pipsissewa, squirrel
droppings
we smell of spores
bathe in puddles
collect certain roots
watch the patterns
above us
construct our homes
from listening.
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from a collection of poems i wrote in 2012 in a self-published chapbook titled, slowly / i will gather
but these particular refrains have been coming to the top of my mind so much as of late ~
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{ chanelle }
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