SoundA Poem by K.
Mid-October.
Slight breeze. Overcast; dull; quiet. Occasional man walking from work or teenager on their phone. The leaves are falling. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Why is there no sound. Operator, Operator- there is no sound! He cannot hear me either. It is so quiet yet I cannot hear myself think. What is going on. Tell me sir, tell me I know you cannot hear me but it is too quiet. Fix it. Operator, Operator- Fix me before I go crazy.
© 2013 K.Author's Note
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