you could find her
predawn by
the old covered
bridge
she moved like a shadow
conceived
in the less than
light
a world of silence
in her head
overtook you by the duck pond
in the lily pad bed
the light
then traversed
the sky
only the pond
remained dark with her
holding her
and the night
then the voices
began to bubble
anaerobic from the depths
the cry to stop
then the aeroplane
the cry for help
an orchestra of crickets
picked up where
they left
off
you can find her
predawn by
the old covered
bridge
that’s where she died
where she
lives
K IS SILENT 