Empty Listening

Nova ScottaI do not hear a phrase, a word or a name.
Listening, in this moment, I am empty.

The evening storm thunders its presence.
It ends as a Crow sounds its call, clouds disappear.

All we have is this very intimate moment together.
Cosmic stardust pours through every pore!

Listen! Can you hear it?

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