The Space Beneath the Boughs

of an old Blue Spruce
may become a santuary.
Voices are heard
but words are not.

Sounds like a deep
and distant drum
soothe quietly
in this cool
and airy blind.

One cannot live in
the space beneath
                   the boughs.

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