Poetry

An Evening of Group Spelunking

Cannons of silence
Boomed
I stood trapped
Flanked by the sunset
And the palest moon
“Enter in,” ordered they
I did, netting visions
Of cavecrawling
And discovery
(Remember my head sandwiched
Between pebbles and limestone?)

Caverns of silence
Remain
Without all of you
Thank you for an army of
Good things
And closeness
For a war with my own limits
And discovery
(Remember how our energy rippled
Between each of us?)

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