Nothing Much To Say

No urgent image
Comes to play
And mind rests still.
With a noise
It’s draw away,
Ventures to the ears:
A bee bumping
The concept
Of a window pane,
Shrill birds
Of the near distance
Whistling heartedly,
And the muffled knockings
Of a human town
In the morning of a Saturday.

I have nothing much to say
But keep listening
To the things
Inside of me.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

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