Saturday, November 24, 2007

Hardwood Hands

The lovely bones/Her quiet laugh/Silence&stillness/In a cacophanous hall.
Of two-hundred souls/Stacked two-stories high.
In hushed tones/She wanders/Outloud.


Jenelle said...

(and I again I say) kazoos, pianos, guitars, triangles, anything please, ma'am.

d.l.s. said...

I echo the above.

nelly said...

(I like when there are echoes in pretty caves with chalk written on the walls.)