in the past
you heard only
your own
footsteps,
but now
your ear
is to the ground
you want
to hear
what's coming.
whether
good or bad.
the horses.
the next train.
footsteps.
you listen
hard for tomorrow,
narrowing
your eyes
holding your
hand up, saying
shhh. listen,
i want to hear.
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- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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