Today's poem is by Maurya Simon

Brackets Make a Racket

[because even silence disrupts silence]

[speech being a kind of trespass]

[and two slices of rectangle hold nothing]

[They're flaps one lifts when lonesome]

[an architecture made soley of tabs and prongs]

[Theirs the dream life of paperclips]

[their bodies avatars of reformed parentheses]

[How noisy, noiseless they are!]

[If I could, I'd swallow them like staples]

[I'd suture my song to theirs...]

Copyright © 2006 Maurya Simon All rights reserved
from Green Mountains Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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