the furnace is humming in the basement
there is a ringing in my ears
and the clicking of computer keys
and the creaking of the chair back
outside baffled in yesterday's snowfall
an illusion of soundlessness there
cars drift by on the street
as if the drivers were lost in dreams
this empty page
I so wanted to say something
what has changed since yesterday
the handsome butterfly cup
a crack in it this morning
it will not be thrown out
some things should be held as priceless
like recalling a stranger
who went out of his way to help you
someone you are unable to name