Quiet, Too Quiet
The tenements were quiet, too quiet
small eyes peered through
cracked curtains, catching a glimpse
of the chaos below. How could
that many people be so quiet?
The wind moved the wet bras
hanging on the line like dead
octopus tentacles, blocking
the view for a brief moment,
a long moment, a lifetime. Who
is that there? Who fell?
Why was the balcony door open?
To hang laundry? So sad.
Wailing police cars and
ambulances rush up, but noone
is around, noone peers out the
curtains anymore, she died, alone.
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