Sunday, April 24, 2011

The silence
the moment before
the child cries.
The stillness in the words
that come out of the silence
that is not still, moving
with the child
when she turns to run away.
Silence speaks
and can stand at the door
long past the hour
that quiet should have been broken,
shot through with syllables
like a prayer
before it sings itself extinct.

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