There Was Sound Until There Wasn’t
in the absence of it all
oozing in the
space between
a heavy calm
that consumes
all in its path
creating
portals
for reflection
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it used to be
easier to
get here
the dirt road
which we used
to walk,
now another
chaotic freeway
before all of it
& long afterwards
that same sound
(or rather the
absence of it all)...
If Wishes Fell Like Rain
the lonely writer sits;
thoughts milling
as his yawns
stretch out
to greet
the rising sun
the droning patter
of the
midnight droplets
hold rhythm
militant-like
a ballpoint pen equipped,
ripe for harvesting
the garden of dreams
gently tended to
if wishes fell like rain,
then certainly i am a storm....