drip
anticipation of release is not as fun as it sounds
drip
secrets grow
crab grass chokes the last lit places
time to weed my garden
one thousand notes' exultant end
silence
one thousand hands applauding
dream conversations
such brilliant insight
but never audible
;
I'm never quite sure
when to use you in a sentence
profound absence of sound
ear buds still in
though my playlist has ended
crushing me with glacial silence
making me pay for saying
No More
murky fog
obscuring the unknown path
I'll go the back the way I came
yesterday
I longed for one quiet moment
today — too much silence
everything else
falling out of focus
painting blooms into being
white
absence of color
you are generally too quiet for my taste
silence that I'm
too preoccupied to appreciate
is now gone
jock planets huddle
ninety pound Pluto kicked out
refuses to leave
passing feet shape kitty's shed fur
into delicate balls
on the stairs
ice cream rivulets
sliding down my son's arm
sweet surprise for later
100 newly thrown bowls
dry quietly
waiting their turn for feet
monarch
gently tossed by a breeze
I would not otherwise have noticed
