The garden flat I once lived
was so quiet.
There was this old copper tap dripping
made up the only noise.
I thought of putting some cheese out
to bait some mice to create more sound.
Then I got worried
that I would make them dependent.
And that would be unkind.
Sometimes I held my breath
to listen to the tap.
Just to be sure that
I was not alone.
Flicker of Thoughts 
This is wonderful! And I LOVE Your review of Gabriela’s book! I’m dancing my way through it as we speak! Cheers and Thank You! 🙂
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Thank you. I absolutely adore Gabriela’s poetry, they took me places.
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Indeed!!! 🙂
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