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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