intriguing walls

at midnight, I hear
a latch fall open
in an attic closet, and then
a profound silence

dark stucco of low clouds
clutch the sky

a branch falls into the street.

a snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight

from a tap in the park nearby

I look at the changing walls

stories hidden there intrigue me

“reflections of such proportions 

are more important than sleep”

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