listen to the cracking

November 14, 2007
By Wendy Chen, Acton, MA

see the lonely people

holding hands underneath the stoplights
with buses full of strangers
speeding to one destination
this race towards death
fast and furious

watch our shadows

ride off into the distance
but miss the sunset for
only the storm clouds are rushing
(rushing now)

hush, child

the dead listen to our silence
we are buried below this cold, cold snow

when mountains crack like eggshells on glass
waters will flow freely down the pathways
someday, this frozen ice will melt
but for now

see the lonely people

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