Silence Impended

Double parked

in a no-comment zone

A writer sat quiet

unheard and alone

 

Idling vacant

the needle on E

Silence impended 

no crossing of T’s

 

Given to vagrancy

nothing else left

Sounds in the distance

begone and bereft

 

A Muse but a figment

of something not heard

His vacuous instant

—devoid of the word

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

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