Crickets sing in the night;
Their violins carol or dirge rather,
A chorus to accompany an awkward pause,
To cheer or rather to mock
My reading of her silence
Upon a canvas blackened of my sins.
Posted by Eric Pyle at April 15, 2005 12:55 AM
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