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