A Pattern for Silence
There is a pattern for silence
In the way I walk through
A hair stand of ponderosas that
Blocks the sounds of the world
At five thousand feet
Above sea level
Unimportant sea level
With the sound of the creek
Clacking boulders in the night
The sliding door open
To the lower lawn
A yawn fighting the shake
Of shoulders
Barry G. Wick
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