It's Still Life

a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced.
just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed

21 March 2026, 07:34

I.
a sparrow slips
into the colour of bark
nothing left moving
I look where it disappeared
and cannot find it again.

II.
late morning light
we stand where we can be seen,
faces turned outward.
Once, even we knew how to
disappear into nature.

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