March Madrigal
Someone's
leap of faith
crashed
in my backyard.
I am now left
with
a broken heart
and
noise pollution
that
refuses
to leave
me.
There was
no rubble,
no mess
that I can
clean up and forget.
I stood
at the edge
of the sky
and
heard the clouds
encore.
I still stand ...
faithless,
frozen,
unable to
erase
the compunding echoes;
compelled
to perform
a capella
to
muffle
the enchanting clamor.
