I wander day to day

Listlessly waiting

For distraction to break

Boredom’s terror,


But nothing comes—

Not a note to fold

Into tight patterns then

Tucked into a pocket


To find months later

Blurred like nostalgia,

Not a note to whistle

Alone and a bit off key.


So, I mask the silence

In mottled memories.


(November 19, 2017)


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