Everything contains some
silence. Noise gets
its zest from the
small shark's-tooth
shaped fragments
of rest angled
in it. An hour
of city holds maybe
a minute of these
remnants of a time
when silence reigned,
compact and dangerous
as a shark. Sometimes
a bit of a tail
or fin can still
be sensed in parks.
I love Kay Ryan! To me, her poems are accessible but really thought-provoking at the same time. She uses straightfoward words and everyday situations and objects but her poems are all the more thought-provoking for it. She arranges seemingly simple/mundane words and ideas into a concept that looks and sounds deceptively simple but in reality is usually startling in some way.
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