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Quiescence

April 13, 2012
By Pierrepont SILVER, Staten Island, New York
Pierrepont SILVER, Staten Island, New York
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We wait in the across the hall,
Eyeing the wooden door,
Evergreen paint chips at the vertices,
Carving around the curves cut.

You stand in front of us,
and blink and the radiator sputters in the hallway
behind you.

Sometimes we sit out here,
Across the hallway, only to get away from
Them.

Their ridicule and trumpets and carbon-fiber printings.
Their red coats and Deep Winter Nights

below the bridge.

Quiet, still, quiescence.



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