Sounds of space

The wedding is a space of a drumbeat,
A clearing in jungle of night’s silence

Some humans make wedding sounds.
Sleeping dogs are making no clearing

And no patrolmen stick-tap the night.
Our space enters here,in the window.

Curtains are mute spectators to wind
And trees carry space back and forth.

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