Thursday, November 23, 2017

Thanksgiving Day, West End (Day 309)

Stillness played
my favorite song in 
the back yard today. 
Neighbors gone 
to family dinners,
the empty street 
was clear and clean.
No cigarette smoke
   sickened the air,
no voices rose, shrill 
   with anger or abuse, 
no car horns tore the quiet 
   morning (instead of  
   using doorbells),
no heavy fists battered 
   locked doors (instead
   of knocking),
no pans of food were left 
   to burn, neglected 
   or forgotten on the stove.
Today, fate simply graced us
with effortless, easy silence.
And for that, I was grateful.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six