Listening to the stars
at the top of the drive—
how quiet they are.
I tell myself that silence, too,
is a song, but the only harmony
for silence is silence.
Everything I don’t know
clamors in the night.
What is quiet inside it
stays quiet—I listen
for it. My ears hum
with nothing.
Beautiful.
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