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I thought you heard it.

The trees.

Humming.

Between. Little sighs.

Telling secrets.

What secrets?

Things blue and floating.

Green and soft.

All those things.

In the quiet.

I thought you heard it.

To know time skips.

Like skinny rocks. Thick water.

Just the trees.

Humming.

A hand says.

There’s no use in these things.

I thought you heard it.

Your lips pursed.

Your eyes.

Oak and rich moss.

I thought you heard it.

I saw your eyes looking through.

Through boughs and sticky leaves.

Measuring the blueness of the sky.

To see.

If life’s coarse hands

had something more for you

than just wind through the trees.