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Cinderblock Wall
To speak to me is madness
I teach silence: hush your tongue
Quieten down now joys and sadness
Temper stifle, thought make dumb
Spring breezes with the sounds of love on
Pause not here; they do not dare
The summer air that begs for birdsong
I change to stagnant, stifled air
Autumn winds call out fall thoughts
Each tree ten thousand golden ears
Snow-ears listen ere those ears rot
It’s listening things that shift the year
But seasons cease at this partition
I hold a separate world unheard
Inside each day’s a repetition
Each word you say, a wasted word
Copyright ©
Christopher Magill
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