A Collection of Standstills

Seconds slowly cascading down burnt orange roof tops

Dry faucets, turned handles, waiting for life to flow

The smell of time passing, lungs filled with slow motion, a collection of standstills

A thin breeze meandering through the front window, finding it’s escape through the back door, a drive by greeting of sorts

Moments placed gently on a scale, finding balance once more

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