Silence Is A Yes
Today I apprentice in a tunnel so dark
I can only feel the rats
Scurry across my feet
You told me silence is a yes
But I didn’t believe you
In Paris we counted blue cars
And pigeons liked your perfume
Your mother hated me
But she still called
To give me the news
So I apprentice in a sink hole
Quiet enough to hear the tree roots whisper
“He must have really loved her.”
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of The Dark Sunshine. You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com