Still I wonder of this quiet,
this motionless moment followed
by another and another until I could
scream out in anticipation of silence
knowing the sudden lack of it approaches.
Still the leaves don't rustle
in the moonlight as the dew
settles a soft blanket of wet,
one droplet dangling on a leaf tip
destined to drop at any time.
Still the stillness lingers
if just in my memory
as alarm clocks and engines
announce the morning, the daylight
while I remain, still wondering.
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