Morning
doesn’t come until
she gets here.
poem-silence July 11, 2014
She fills the sky
with a rainfall of words,
a hurricane of syllables,
a thundering of sentences.
She brews a storm,
but he stands impermeable
in silent eloquence
amid her eye.
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