Stick taps

Silence falls to rise each time after
Stick taps by Himalayan watchmen.
Their memories of snow mountains
Fall to silence on the night’s midriff.
Their night falls to a hills memory,
A silent hookah to water bubbles,
The kids’ gurgles of dad’s memory.
Silence and sound strike darkness
After a night’s deep-throat cough.

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