The Noise A Quiet Day Makes Poem by Ken Moore
The Noise A Quiet Day Makes
A memoir Cast on distracted ears
wrought till rough to fade and wither
The downward glance, too patience lost
The Fable bleeds To the feeble pose
Grasp for an affection set adrift
The dry age, of A broken promise regret
Reverence, Tilled too trivial acquaintance
Distance between A weed in spring
Fades an obscure life
A book once read left too dust
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