POEM
Sharks' Teeth
Kay RyanEverything contains some
silence. Noise gets
its zest from the
small shark's-tooth
shaped fragments
of rest angled
in it. An hour
of city holds maybe
a minute of these
remnants of a time
when silence reigned,
compact and dangerous
as a shark. Sometimes
a bit of a tail
or fin can still
be sensed in parks.
Source: Poetry (April 2004).
This poem originally appeared in the April 2004 issue of Poetry.
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