here, the shadows walk through you
& silence is a scream in the middle
of the night, unexpected, unaccepted
and eventually forgotten.

i don't claim to know anything of
extreme importance so i choose not to
talk while i pretend not to listen but
yes, i heard that.

i might have even been offended

if words had more meaning than say,
a discarded food wrapper on an empty
street, or

a recovering alcoholic having one last
drink.

maybe these are the things we should
pay close attention to. perhaps there is
more being said & more to learn from
the movement of our hands,

from the gaps between our words.

02/16/2005

Posted on 02/16/2005
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