Katie Creighton 27'
The wandering breeze carried my yawing whisper throughout the room,
It quietly grazed over every untouched seat,
Gliding smoothly like a calm stream.
My whisper was beautiful like a dahlia or a juicy pineapple;
It asked about what was for dinner and about everyone’s outfit choices.
But my whisper held secrets.
The breeze must not carry these secrets.
So I trapped my whisper in a closet,
Never to be heard again.
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