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515 SOUTH WILLARD STREET: WHEN THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

someone bought a red paper lantern that hangs
in the living room.
the wind blows through an open window
and makes the walls breathe as they
are licked by red
paperlanternflames.

there is nothing to say in a burning living room.

we sit and breathe with the walls,
quietly watching the flames grow
while just outside the window
spring crawls by in perfect silence
and collapses gracefully into an extinguished summer.