Like cities that have shut
Their ears and turned down
The gift of silence
Like commuter trains
Zipping past platforms
And flashbacks of violence
Like gossip dangling from
The tip of the tongue
Waiting to descend without conscience
Like an artist’s thought
Swiftly eluding the grasp
Of the raised brush and the blank canvas.
Like lovers who have lost
The longing to belong
And their universe.
An aesthetically pleasing work displaying the author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
Thank you very much,Louis.