Snoring dogs
boast calm minds
ease of spirits unbothered
by society.
Branches sway from strong winds,
leaves turning over.
Dad always said that's the sign
of an impending storm.
I accepted that as truth.
I step forward
but I'm pulled back
stuck in the mud,
wading through the muck
of emotion.
There's silence in two places
where endless comfort should be.
The timeline is all off.
Summer came a year
too late.
Can I spend the year in reverse?
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