The endangerment of silence,

Memories of happier times,

Of ecstasies of flying,

Realizations of falling.

 

Decanting cans of bitter juice,

Offerings of companionship,

And trustful barters,

Soiled by the greedy weasel.

 

Flecks of light,

All forming an image,

A happy cat and his pals,

A scary man and his guns.

 

Explosions of color,

Drawings of flat suns,

And grasses oh so green,

And lost ones, forever unseen.

 

The endangerment of silence,

Cries of jubilance,

Sorrow.

 

Panic.

 

 

 

Silence.

 

–Kevin J Flors

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