Iii. Silence
Nameless, the feeling
describable
only
in picture
The scene
EMBLAZONED
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh
chooooord
and
silence.
Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
CUT IT OUT
BACK TO WORK
bellows the teacher
and
silence.
Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response
and
silence.
A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
I embrace
the
silence.
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