short poem – Near Zero Blog

Spring Cleaning

by Ronald J. Hoffman I walk through the corridor I light the candle to see I brought the proof

Pigeons scatter in the alley when I throw them crumbs, someone must have scared them too much to trust me

At the top of the stairs is a buzzing silence and a below zero chill It’s eleven PM and the

You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts

I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition I decipher with a creation of reasoning in ways which the impetus