A Damning Calm (Nature's Rendition)

Harking laughter and tiny voices across the street
fill the air;
as carefree free as they are,
tomorrow isn't even a pebbled thought away.
Here, there's only a slinking string of time
and space, with crickets
fighting for the darkest deva sound; it's
in-betweens it all that there's a great...
pause - the leaves
forced upside down, the grasses
waiting
to be part of wilted vindication,
and all the birds coming back from the edge of dangerous
sleep deprivation. Yet one noise,
transcends it all: a hissing, damning calm,
saying: "It really shouldn't be that long now."

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