A pigeon lies still,
By the bank of a calm stream.
Goodbye little friend.
* * *
An empty field.
The grass whispers in the wind.
A cricket answers.
* * *
Her mind a circle,
Forever moving alone.
Reality blurred.
* * *
Surrounded always;
Solitude a fantasy.
Yet always alone.
* * *
Consciousness immersed.
Collisions a world entire.
Still sitting silent.
© 2015, Gavin Zanker.
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