Silence
when did we stop.
how did your open face
close its door...
it was alive before
why does your back
say more
than determined
silence on closed lips
tweed fishbone pattern
second skin, defensively
crafted around
dismissive gestures
where did we halt
increasing pace
did we displace
what once was harmony?
***
May 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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