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poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights


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All Was Still

For just a few seconds

as we stood at the

end of the dock,

it was so very quiet

that I held my breath

and did not move.

Even the dragonfly

glided by soundlessly

and the geese were

hushed. Then the silence 

was broken by a car’s hum 

and the tree frogs’ calls.

But there was that one 

moment when all was still.