in this city of trees
there are voices

can you hear them?

in this city of trees
there is no day or night
or month
or minute
or even year
only this moment

in this city of trees
we are alone
just you, and me, and the voices

can you hear them yet?

in this city of trees
thunder comes first
lightning doesn’t shine
and rain falls upwards

in this city of trees you left me
and i learned
that the voices you never heard
were the ones in my head

—m.h.

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