BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Not Speaking

Two can
play at
that game.

On this occasion
it’s me
and you.

Each of us
is holding out
for as long as it takes.

Does whoever breaks
the silence
lose, I wonder?

For the silence
is, as they say,
deafening.

That poor clock
hardly dares
tick tock.

This is
not our
finest hour.


Hush

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