9ark
By Robert Wanalo
Still hours silhouetted
Multiple shades of black
What’s green is only so by memory
Days commotion now crickets symphony
In silent
I crick with them tonight
Agony now elusive
Tranquility attenuates the stress
Serene yet unsettled
Between thought and fought
i capriciously wander
Distracted by gentle winds
Augmenting the leaves gossip
Shimmery grapevines
Summoning the rain
Face stoic as a ski-mask
Internal schema unseen
Motionless contortions
Unsmiling joy
If quiet speaks proficient
It sounds like this evening
