The sound of sweet green leaves as they rest
while the wind waits to breathe.
The impossible moment in cyberspace
where noiseless chat rooms do not scream;
or to plead with a city
to pause in its pace.
It’s the air between friends
where storms blow by and over, over and by.
And yet, is it not our greatest fear?
Because the jollity of punctuation
does so easily what we cannot;
the antidote for busyness even found
in a comma.
Written June 2012, Emma Dumitra.
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