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On a walk after an argument

A.R. Williams

We could pick no birdsong from the wind. 

                                      –Wendell Berry 

We listened for the

               murmuring of geraniums, 

for the restlessness of leaves,

               for the sighing of bearded trees—

for anything to break 

               the deafening silence between us.

A.R. Williams writes about family, nature, and place. He is the editor of East Ridge Review.

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