Silence

Evening sun folds shadows into frozen ground.
Expressionless crowds remind me
of my father, his silvered hair
always ending in silence.

There are words I remember with blood
and water inside. In the silence under clouds
there is winter and promised winds
blowing through forests.

Evening answers with rain or darkness.
His eye half-opened, a half-moon
of lingering sounds that look away
when his money slides from his wallet.

Outside these walls are answers,
the spattering of ice mixed with rain,
the low roar of trees whistling
as I walk across his creaking floors.

Cold moisture slips inside a half-closed night,
spaces between lap siding, open car windows,
the winter air so heavy
it doesn’t move.

PM Flynn roasts organic, fair trade coffee for roanokeroasting.com as often as he can and has been published in Helen Literary Magazine, the Fictional Café, Main Street Rag, the Grassroots Women’s Project, the Mirror/Slush, Anti-Heroin Chic, 50 Haikus, Fleas on the Dog Online Quarterly, CactiFur, Agape Review, BlazeVox, Words & Whispers, Straylight, Stickman Review, Aromatica Poetica, A New Ulster, The Gilded Weathervane, Blue Unicorn and more. Resource Publications published his first book of poetry Shadows on Moss.