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  • Lorraine Johnson

[153] Into the Abyss

You know its time

when peepers start to call

a dark x on their back

and bans on their legs

they fit in and sing

with purpose and plan

as the bird sits high

waiting for the youngin's

to arise

and the darkness coos

a known, lonely sound

singing softly into the abyss

wondering if —it was missed.


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