Quiet still hears

 ‘quiet still hears’ Trgates,6/30/2026

sometimes I ramble
from years of speech therapy 
hearing’s gift came first. 

‘Willow branches‘ Trgates,7/14/2022;9/6/23
Willow branches lean down,
their leaves covering our friends,
some who barely breathed,
others whose breath stopped.

Jesus wrote in the sand,
preferring to not throw rocks,
like Daniel’s Angels rescuing Suzanna,
these rarely have wings,
leading past accusers.

Willow trees swaying,
their leaves bedding our friends,
some who warred for nations,
others who could no longer fight their notes.

One came to Buddha, asking
“what is my calling?”
He whispered, “move aside,
it’s not past seeing.”

Willows reach across each other,
their leaves resting upon genesis’ clay,
some who seem forlorn,
others who’ll ready forthwith.

The Sun hymns evening’s twilight,
while the Moon sees ancient footprints,
paths collide to meddlers,
same give a road’s door to strollers.

Willow branches lean down,
their leaves covering our friends,
our friends thank Willow,
Willow thanks them for laying so still.