Walking at Bonnie’s

An Oral Poem

WALKING AT BONNIE'S
March 29, 2021
7:18 a.m.
(an oral poem)

Birds are singing.
Highway traffic is talking. 
I am breathing,
bringing life inside, 
and silence is everywhere, 
as always.

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