the answer

handed down
by petty gods
invented by
even smaller
people sipping
deep-fried
lemonade
in leisure
and despair

bypassing rhyme
and reason slipping
between seasons
dimensions
endings

foretold
in blaring silence
crashing timpani
played by mimes
out of tune, time
and rhyme waiting for

signs of missing scores
intoxicating
inevitable
long forgotten
deliberations
syncopations standing

in line waiting
for the snow
to begin in sweltering
heat in the heart
of a sad song
that makes not
a single sound

as the audience
of none
sits in perfect
silence
before filing out

in single file
and awe.

 

Peter Miller

About Peter Miller

Peter Miller is a photographer and poet living near Portland, Oregon. His work can be seen at his website: http://hopspar.com.
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