The leafless trees
pointed
spiked and sway
the trickle
a stream
flows down around
and away
my breath
finding rhythm
I hum within.
The chill
here and there
around bends and corners
and I do not expect it to be heard
or understood
I am
I am here
to hear and hum
breathe and run
and so I do.
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