Muse-Pie Press send e-mail
title
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Aden Thomas


Page 1 | 2 | 3

One True Sentence

Divorced and alone, all he had was words.
He groped for that one true sentence,
imagined it would take the softest path,
the way the tides might spill across a shore.

His apartment echoed when it rained,
and breathed in its own syllables.
The rabbits outside the window
hid below the juniper bushes
and gorged themselves on fallen branches.

The earth was unconcerned
if the storm would ever end.
There were no seas to cross,
no words to find,
just branches and the wind.