Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Empty

I leave you with

A space

pressed into a green velvet chair
ringed with ginger cat fur

A question

hanging in the air,
a lone sparrow

A breath

exhaled onto salt skin

A memory

of a sound wave, stilled now
muffled in dusty carpets
so enchanted by their own tapestry

they failed to note

there was ever a voice here

Rachel Westfall
March 19, 2008

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