Under Waters

As above

white and blue bubbles

Where murmuration
of birds under dark sky
is often invisible
without obsidian mirror,
a tiny cloud glimmers,
poised to rain a single
poem.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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