As promised, the Japanese Tanka on Silence, in honor of every awkward waiting-room-train-platform moment, and the gap between my posts, that measures the audible space between humans.
Silence
Vincent H. Anastasi 2015
This silence is raw,
like the skinned elbow of Time,
and you and I sit
immutable and awkward:
two columns of decorum.
the deepening ground 
I challenge you – this needs artwork. What would you draw? Would it lead one to laugh or smirk, or would it just be simple, stilted, awkward lines that scorn this “decorum?”
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