some days you have to expand <br />explain <br />in detail <br />your position <br />today isn't one of thoses days <br />it's <br />the other kind <br /> <br />where there isn't a thought <br /> <br />in your head <br />in your heart <br /> <br />could it be peace <br /> <br />more likely <br />the vacuum pocket <br />aside a diesel rig <br />hugging close to the rocketing <br />bouncing <br />passage of time <br /> <br />either way it's quiet <br />and windless <br /> <br />you can hear the brake connections <br />and safety chains sing <br />like thin delicate windchimes <br />hear the whipsong <br />a few feet away <br />outside of the pocket <br /> <br />but here it is quiet <br />windless <br />fleeting <br />unnatural <br />peaceful<br /><br />Nat Z. Punx<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-every-day-is-fit-for-terse/
