Poem

In all the echoes silence came through
while I read this book while I read this now
Never kill yourself before last week
and never kill yourself at all

-M. Taggart

poem-

I don’t want to think about that right now-
I want to listen to my open window
I want to listen to the street
I want to hear the wind blowing the tops of the trees
I want to smell the air
I can hear the pushing wind driving into the leaves that are left over
from the winter drop
I wonder why they hung on

-M. Taggart
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