silence
during a
storm
is louder
than any
thunder

nothing more
than past
acquaintances
apparently...
no
wonder

my memory
is steadfast
and keen

actions
of silence,
to harvest,
to glean

much is
learned
from
silence
during
a storm

appearing
in
reality's
form....

quietly in
the dirt,
the silent
present
themselves
as worms

prey for
the birds
watching
from
the trees

in turn,
it's
flipped
script
misery....

there
will now be
absolute
silence
from me

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️