Never Heard

Babble from the streets,

Through the leaded window,

Across the keyboard,

Jars with the rain-beat rhythm:

The language, perhaps,

Of fishes, never heard

On land before.

Engine coughs –

Like a shotgun.

The silence that follows

Is heavier than noise.

 

2/10/2012

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