Whispers through the Hedge

The breeze smuggles hairy strands of
the whispers of silence through the leaves.
You almost hear a muffled rustle
of the hurried hush beyond the hedge.
But you don’t ever peer through the twigs
out into the haze beyond the green
to see these strangers
for they’re regulars.

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