Sinking into Silence

1 February 2014

—a poem for two voices

Long after midnight
silence pools within
this inn within
the city

Sliced by
someone’s snores
the giggle of a baby
a motorcycle sputtering by

Each sound

the keying of a lock
creak of a door
marching steps up the main street

Each sound
sinking

the cooing of a caged dove
rustle of bedclothes, squeak of springs
a truck shifting gears

Each sound
sinking into the
depths

a television tuned to the late-late show
dripping water from a faucet
distant bark of dogs

Each sound
sinking into the
depths of the night’s

quitted shoes falling on a wooden floor
hushed voices

Each sound
sinking into the
depths of the night’s
silence

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