Silently
Silently,
a muted tuning fork
longing for an absent touch
wet leaves
cling to the windshield
awaiting sunrise
discarded
mid the thunders roar
an umbrella spins
muddy footprints
laugh
handprints on the wall
the winds of change
blow kisses
a tattered flag
every clock believes
it knows
what time it is
now
is the only
forever moment
old men sit
lost
the myth of age
old women know
old men
are lost
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