from Life As A Crossword PuzzleNoah Falck
2. Down She speaks a single sentence a day, waits for those perfect words to gather at the base of her throat. It is of no surprise when her voice trembles, shakes, unaware of its true potential. After the words are spoken they hang in the air like abandoned dust particles beaten from a jute rug. People on hand for the affair often drop their jaws in amazement as if witnessing a car accident between two fleeing bank robbers.
Noah Falck Read Bio Author Discusses Poems
|©copyright 2004-2019, No Tell Motel. All poems ©copyright the authors.|