narrowing

by quietus

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-09-13 23:21:00

the phone doesn’t ring
the letters are fewer
and leaves of the butterfly bush outside
tumble in solemn mockery

what is happening?
this quiet, a deepening isolation
not a spoken word without to break
the iceburg plates

lonliness amidst the neighborhood
where people manage
to meet outside
kicking up their avalanches

my gulp is for air
beneath the crushing singleness
of mind


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