RECALL
When the noise dies down
Who will hear the sound of silence? Will irritating honk of horns in a traffic jam intrude on peace?
Hovering over recall,
Like a giant cloud of cotton candy,
Out of reach;
Longing to be bitten into a rainy day,
Of torrents angry enough to flood a city,
Old enough to be dying for restoration?
© gillena cox 2023
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