To One Who Is Silent

By Marcus B. Christian

Silent today as the Sphinx of old

Eve of the laughing eyes --

Eve with your eyes of weathered gold,

Why do you look so wise?

Wrinkle your nose and tell us, please

Of the thoughts that pass your way

While your tongue is heavy today.

Let the stammering, halting words outpour

Like the gush of a summer's rain,

Then -- because I like you that way -- once more

Grow quiet and calm again.

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