By, Ashley Ellen Goetz
There is no wind today.
The sky is not painted.
A haze of blue-white particles
stand like a ceiling
above the cold, melting ground.
Red leaves dangle
suspended in animation
over the sad earth.
All mouths are closed.
Eyes glance uneasily
at eachother across a table.
Emotions; unknown.
The sun peers around the corner
inspecting safety.
The hum of jet engines billow above
pretending to be a normal afternoon,
but there is nothing normal
about this afternoon.
The earth has not paused in its spin,
but waits patiently
to breathe.
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