Third Person Polyphonic

Narratives flood the garden
of sound. Why does rocking
a cradle calm them—shake
trebling from all those voices?

She can only hear two
knocking about
in her head now.
When it comes down

to a single
deepening whisper,
she’ll know she’s arrived
home for the night.

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