Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Our Wordless State

"...silence of strangers at a bus stop..."

Our Wordless State

The awkward silence of strangers
at a bus stop, counting down minutes
and seconds like bombs without a fuse,
and on the cold days our visible breath
mocks our wordless state without words,
leaving a bus driver to defuse us
without even realizing it.

Our thank yous unsaid,
which is in keeping with it all.







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