by Jack Blatish

Created on: September 20, 2010

The bricks are rumbling in this room today.

Not heavy like a yawning earthquake.

Just small bubbles vibrating in the cracks.

Enough to make a spider open half of its eyes.

But not enough to keep them open long.

They close.

It’s now a murmuring whisper in the air,

The quiet thrashing of blue ink on white paper.

A steel cord gliding through cheese.

And the changing of the guard

It’s that pause in time

When a window shuts.

And another opens.

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