in Poetic Prose

Echoes

It was still dark when he opened his eyes.
Awakened not by the noise but by the silence that follows a mountain being swallowed by the sea.
And while those around him sleep
He lays on his back and smiles.
Listening
To the echoes of a miracle.
The streetlights flicker out like candles in the steel grey of dawn.

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  1. You really do like the city…
    “the silence that follows a mountain being swallowed by the sea”…
    This is nice. This is great imagery.