Quiet
coffee stains on my notepad
the kind some might call art
to hang on a wall in a building full of people
taking pictures of pictures
to show others what they saw
wine glass on my notepad
it gets me to that place
where words flow from pen shaft to paper
and ink forms solid lines
for others to read what they could not say
whiskey glass on my notepad
it gets me to that place
where nothing inside me stays silent,
but my pen stays in place
and no words form concrete for others to change
whiskey bottle on my notepad
quiet at last
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