I forgot to post my usual end-of-month poem on Thursday, so I'm giving to you now. Short and sweet today.
* * *
The
Silence
I’m
the silence, not the song –
Am I
more the lull in the conversation
Or
the still air muzzled by the morning chill?
Am I
the moment of held breath between the song and the applause,
Afraid
to break the spell?
Wouldn’t
you like to know?
Too bad
– the silence doesn’t tell.
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