Whispers


Everything whispers-
the leaves outside
the careful door,
the carpet as I walk,
the formal man who gestures
as he guides hesitant guests,
or one, like me, who balks,
to a flow'ry parlor
full of whispers.

Except one who quietly lies
as if guest of honor
at the vespers of youth,
when people smiled
and no one dies.

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