Swallows + Floorboards

Swallows in multitudes dart with a closeness of a kiss their being lost in the tall grass of nature’s ecstasy, fly fly fly. Bodies purpled deep blue they disappear along the surface of the lake. Shadows exploding skyward, up faster than the eye can follow.

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In the grumbles of the walls
rests every potential grief, potential outcome
nothing ever resolved, only moans
of never fully believing, left in constant wonder
of if the fate we hoped to avoid has left
it won’t, it can’t, we keep that wonder
buried in the floorboard, sing the squealing pitch
in the night certainly reminding us of uncertainty
as time goes on the chorus builds new creaks form
and a spot on the kitchen island some how
freshly worn hums a new note under the
pressure of your feet serving comfort food to
quell the noise of inevitability may it not
be the exact wonder that does us in but
after we’ve left we will wonder
is the house quiet now?