ABSENCE NOTEA Poem by luathe occupation of lifecan I phone in sick today pull the sheets back over my head let the world my world know not to expect my presence
let the birds sing only for themselves
if you find yourself walking amongst a hum a muffled tune from within the tangle of austere branches, crooked arms you know the birds are closed for the day
the sun can hold onto its warmth
if you feel a tickle, a soft spur from the hairs that so gently sit up to console the shiver crawling, rippling down your back you know the sun is out of order for the day
and too, a deep breath can be held by the wind
if your lungs are the only essence awakening the still air a soft disturbance, humble gesture you know the wind has gone home for the day
and you, you can take the day off too © 2019 luaFeatured Review
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