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Tucked Into the Warmth
---- Big Frank Dickinson

Tucked into the warmth, full without ambition,
Like a bowl of popcorn without butter,
A mission-less angel, missile in silo,
Or dart nestled in its bulls-eye home.

Having arrived - no matter the time,
No matter the place, the silence
Is as quietly deceiving as
Crickets crying next next next.