Other Silent People

Who cries?

Hidden like glass in candy

we streak past knuckled trees,

shadows hulking toward us in black images.

We taste wool,

we hear some moonish bird purr.

In the dark we grope for each other

and rest quietly

with wet breaths

on arms warm with sleep.

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