in any public space-
someone comes up to you
and spills their life's blood stories out
You listen,bemused(as you have never met them before
and will probably not meet again
but you carry part of them within you now
and you must pass it on..
This is not that conversation-
this has nothing to do with issues or tissues
war ,homelessness,oilbleeding gum Gulf
or our failure to pretend to have control
This is a pontoon bridge across flooded wordrivers
It is a rope bridge across cliffs over chatterchasms
This is the filler to awkward silences
when the muzak is TOO LOUD or your voice too s o f t
or you need silence just to heal.This is that silence.
Before you ask how words can net silence
ask yourself why we need consolation
why we reach out to others.How is it
all these lines will be unread by most,forgotten by all
and even when to arrive at the end
you will never be sure
of your destination
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