Listen for the Breeze So quiet in the countryside

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Listen for the Breeze

So quiet in the countryside,
but in the distance, a soft whoosh.
Something's coming.

Some time ago, another life within this life,
I wouldn't have heard it, wouldn't care,
sat in the funk of a hangover,
senses beaten by booze.
Never heard much
…..at all.

Not so soft, it's closer now.
The trees above, still, silent, wait.
…..Not much longer.

Back then I only heard the loudest things.
(Thunder? Well, tough to hear when I'd passed out.)
All reason drowned in the drug,
a mind with no clout.
A freaky finale,
denial shattered.

I survived.

The drug is in its grave.
It lurks there.

Leaves rustle - it's here.
A gentle breeze - fresh.
Listen …..hear the next.

Don Egner, 9-5-01

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