It is quiet.

It is ice-cold quiet
Minty fresh with a splash of lavender quiet.
The water in the pipes is frozen solid
Electric motors stopped in their tracks
Bottles aren’t opened
And zippers aren’t zipped.
It is quiet
Like no-pen-dropped quiet.
Dead ember quiet,
Dead frog quiet.
Quiet like a cat not stalking
And a mouse not stirring
No raindeer bells,
Or rubber tread tires.
The wind doesn’t blow
And leaves don’t rustle.
The city doesn’t bustle
Because it is quiet
Busses don’t hiss
And snakes don’t rattle
Because it is quiet.
It is quiet.

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I am Joe. This is a collection of my ramblings, poems, stories, afflictions, victories, and the picture of my mind. Make yourselves at home. View all posts by theonlyjoe

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