The silent scene is changing in my glass window.
Green curtains are dancing in the wind.
There is a hurry on the sky road suddenly,
a huge traffic heading home.
Eagle headed to the West
silently descends
in a swift dip…
She knows it’s time to go home.
Do I?
First drop falls
Followed by the constant clip-clops
Everything is blurry..
Everything is dark…
Do I know if it’s time to go yet?
Maybe yes..
Maybe no…
Author’s Note:
© Lirio Marchito. All rights reserved.
The poem “The Silent Scene” was originally written and first published on AllPoetry on May 10, 2017.
It was also part of my first poetry collection, The Blue Rabbit, published in 2021.
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