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Much noise surrounds.
Let words be few.
Sit. Listen. Chew.
Then hear the sounds

of trees and birds.
Sit. Breathe. Release.
And taste the peace
too deep for words.

There is no fire.
Stop the alarms.
You’re held by arms
that cannot tire.

Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

Steven Searcy

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he earns a living working as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in Ekstasis.