Derma Kaput - "each hammer swings down
swiftly, silently..."
right there, at the silent hammer, this poem nails it's point of view - watching life through a window. I have to ponder the title, but fully expect it to be ambiguous.
More in The Art of Silence
enlightenment
...
Just across west street
four empty windows - one light
in an the office
days, then weeks, pass by - slowly
until the workers
arrive with tools and lumber
more lights, then more tools
each hammer swings down
swiftly, silently and then
at noon they all stop
all but that one light shut off
while they laugh and eat elsewhere.
four empty windows - one light
in an the office
days, then weeks, pass by - slowly
until the workers
arrive with tools and lumber
more lights, then more tools
each hammer swings down
swiftly, silently and then
at noon they all stop
all but that one light shut off
while they laugh and eat elsewhere.
Derma Kaput - "each hammer swings down
swiftly, silently..."
right there, at the silent hammer, this poem nails it's point of view - watching life through a window. I have to ponder the title, but fully expect it to be ambiguous.
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