Monday, March 27, 2017

April Poetry Month

a helicopter approaches
i scan the sky
in the silence sounds reach me from far away
i spot it
high up
as it passes by
disappearing in blue sky

i entered the silence
a silence that hurts
in the pit of my stomach
i entered a silence
that is stuck in the throat
making me gag

what can i say
for certain?

the swans speak once
in all that time
just 3 snow buntings
chatter lightly as they fly by

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