Silence

by Leah L. Cole

Lying on the heater,
Eyes closed,
Isolated.
The rain goes on outside.
The window is locked,
Closing out the fresh air,
Clouds scudding quickly,
Nature's beautiful wrath.
But that's okay.
I'm lying on the heater.
A bird dcreams by.
I wriggle my toes in
My high top sneakers.
I'm trying to shut out
Laughing voices and
Raucous complaints
And find the
Proffered silence.
I try to concentrate on the
Wheezing stale heater.
An authoritative voice
Quiets the voices, but
Drones on and on
Loudly.
But that's okay.
I'm lying on the heater.

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