by Molly Lay

Genesis 1

When do small things
speak loudly?
Is there such a thing as

gentle strength?
Sometimes I can hear an acorn sing
beneath a tree ten feet away

as if I’m right beside it
rocks, twigs, seashells

calling to me
Not every single one

each as different as the person who
hears them.

Belting heartfelt ballads
Or whispering tender secrets

waiting. Just waiting.
To be found.

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