the damned silence of the poet

i may rarely speak, but i listen
and if you ask about my silence,
what can i say? maybe i just do
not know the answer or maybe
i am too cowardly to face
the apology from my dearest
old fool as if i were one
of the five hundred.

but if i know i will write
a poem.

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