in which there is silence

colour the silence in the deepest of olive notes

for such a silence it is that caused the wind

to drop and the birds to perch, to stare down

on us earthling silhouettes frozen in a pompeian

frieze, our own mime zine. i know, for on

such a night, when the twig drew its bow across

the ivy strings, I saw silence grow……… even three women

scrubbing clothes on the riverbed drew no sound

 

 

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