Murmurs rise from silence
unnoticed by the ear.

Do I weep?
or is that you . . . ?

A laugh
and then another . . .

Am I the doer
or the other?

Or are we duet,
both, together?

Murmurs hide in silence;
perhaps that is their home.

383 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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