27 May 2017 – Service

I’m but a whisper
speaking to the raging storms
that scourge our cities.

Each dawn, in silence,
waiting for the words to speak –
though no one listens.

A mere annoyance –
I’ll go quiet like the rest –
who lives forever?

It’s still my service,
working hard to wake the dust
that sleeps around me.

~

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