I am wondering

what we sound like –

out in space.

What with the

bombings,

we must appear to be noisy angry

neighbors –

to the stars.

But maybe no one is listening –

out there.

The violent shrapnel

is useless,

when it comes to being heard.

Maybe we all can for just one day,

be still

and quiet,

and listen to ourselves.

©️2008 Much Love, Deb Poems

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