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those who whisper

by Cole Atkinson

we are those who whisper,
those who kiss
with leathery pursed lips.
do not mistake sand in an hourglass
for our heads of melting ice--
we are only fleetingly self-aware.

contentedly brief,
yet selfishly long-winded,
we the "people"
mistake ourselves for monuments--
lasting symbols
of a life less ordinary.

give us one more chance.
we'll create with it
scarecrows and ashen morality.

won't things ever change?

04/28/2011

Author's Note: Meant to be the brother of my poem "still the dreamers".

Posted on 05/01/2011
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