another from "Sonnet"

communication, hope, life, liminal, love, meaning, poetry, romance


silence is no more silent

than the thrum of blood
heard underneath one’s breath
in a thick moonless forest
listening intently for the next
twig snap to anticipate her approach



(february 2012)

Published by subtextures

I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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