What should be mostly silence
is too loud.
Everyone throws stones into the river.
Everyone wants to catch the birds.
Everyone shoots at the fish.
Meanwhile, behind them,
a sycamore swallows the sun.
One sparrow folds all darkness in its wings.
A worm turns as slowly as history
in the intricate gut of a hawk.
Commentary: Another poem from my friend Richard Hague. This one comes from his collection entitled "Public Hearings" published by Word Press in 2009. You can find more of his works on Amazon.com by clicking here. I hope you enjoy him as much as I do!
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