Explore the concept of Silence in a poem...
We explored time before, now the silence...
of white dressing and trim
a single palm.
the already-done, exhausted milieu
perhaps wiped out--it's of no consequence,
what cares hindsight of intention?
The eye seeks not the could-be but the is.
lost in briny grey
strings and hammers
still bobbing--yet disembodied.
A semblence of quietude