Another day passes along Riverside:
silence the only sound, the only dialogue
taking place.
Quiet prevails. Slumber has not yet
broken its hold over the sleepers.
Time waits, not for words to speak
but someone to speak to, someone
to listen to this conversation.
But still it keeps waiting.
Silence is all that can be heard,
the only language of choice
at this time of morning.
The sun is out, the trees are calm,
& so is the street outside our door:
just another spring day
beginning to take form,
to awaken.
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