and no single string
to unwind the entanglement
they had become bound by.
There was no effort to try an utterance,
no thoughtless pennies lying around;
that whet glimmer gone out-thirst quenched
that kindled glow to dull grit, brackish.
Nowadays,
they say so little about much to Be
done differently, they insist
resistance is futile,
the pinned up smile, better
(n)ever?
And so, the silence stood for resilience,
for this speechless return, old friends
in darkness, happenstance
this ends loneliness for this time.
Gentler thoughts could do-(no)
Better.
