Gaping
Talk aloud
To the air
To a ghost
No one
Listens
A breath
A moment
A minute
To be heard
All the time
People nod
Like they know
But empty
Like gourds
Are the depths
Of the words
Long ago
You stopped
Telling
Teaching
Speaking
Yelling
But they
Still nod
Never noticing
Your silence
Copyright © Jesse Andrews | Year Posted 2010
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