A Quite Day
By drhook
The quietness creeps in like the sound of the clunker being started at the house next door it’s abrupt but its nothing I haven’t heard before finding myself in the company of no one except maybe for the occasional cricket rubbing his legs together trying to lure a mate for the evening yet he rubs all night the darkness covers me like that three thousand dollar full-length leather coat I saw in Macy’s window but I still tremble because it offers no warmth from the cold of my current state I’m left to the vast complexity of mind my reflection gives no console my thoughts give no solace I am again…alone Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 09:34 AM PST 0 • 8
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"The quietness creeps in..."