Desert Dweller

-thoughts on life, death and gardening.

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Metronome

In the small hours of night,
when even the crickets go silent,
beneath the silence
the metronome inside keeps time.

Is it my blood
that won’t stop pulsing in the dark—
the planet turning in its sleep—
or the cosmos keeping watch?

© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 331/365.

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