Air Wave

The breeze rustles
with freshness
green on the limbs
of old wood
causing turbulence
in my ears
constant percussion
on my drums
unknown tongues tell
their stories
as trees whisper loud
in shimmers
conversational snippets
just passing
nervous words carried
on air wave
I sit in silent sunshine
under the blue
listening to voices around
outside my head.

Ciaran Burke

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