#poem, “Forests in the Blackness of Silence”

Forests in the Blackness of Silence Space unravels like salt spilling from a shakersomeone knocked off the kitchen counter,and the salt that spilt is a reminderof little stars of whitethat shine in forests in the blackness of silence. Reality floats like trees without roots,tanning their leavesin the bright midnight sunmade of honey and flour. Discarded

#poem, “Forests in the Blackness of Silence”