“Today dry eyes scan
only empty words”
—William Allen White &
Albert Bigelow, Rhymes
By Two Friends(1893)
Sitting here tonight—
Watching the TV without
The sound turned on
Listening to the night—
The pale blue glow in the dark
A train rumbles by
The little shack shakes—
The Elms out there in the street
Moan, groan like the dead
It’s only the wind—
It’s snowing & cold outside
And I’m sick of words
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