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What seems like silence
is a passing private plane,
an old dish washer,
singing lessons sung online,
a soft recliner
squeaking as I shift my weight,
the quarter-hour
chimed out from the mantel clock,
and my own heartbeat
in a home away from home -
a dancing dewdrop
naming home the next green stalk
that grants me welcome.
Gary D. Maxwell is a poet currently residing north of Boston. After shovelling roadkill on the Information Superhighway for forty years, Gary now devotes his time to writing. You can find his poetry at Amazon.com
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