Friday, July 26, 2019

)sub) Audible

(sub)AUDIBLE

I hear that the era of dog whistle politics is over
Good
Now everyone can hear the ear splitting quiet I hear everyday
The refusal to say thank you 
Or good morning
The near silent command to step aside 
As pets walk by and the screaming crush of grass under my shoe 
The silken sound of help being slid into a pocket out of reach
The gentle lap of the waves of resentment 
(that also tickle my toes while I reach high)
That yet rises above the thunderous uplift of the sky
The cold slapping sound of forgotten invitations
The distant babbling brook of the public, yet private, prattle of peers
The humming of doubt
The surprising whoosh of waiting
That low and slow thudding backbeat

Of uncertain hearts

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