slide silently through trees and brush.
Time breathes and stands still.
rest softly on roof tops and spires.
Birds hush and fall silent.
washes streets and sidewalks
Softening whooshing buses and cars
my own breath slows and softens.
Thoughts settle and hush.
“The mist wandered absolvingly past all it touched,
Yet hung like a stayed breath……..”
~ Philip Larkin
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