Listening carefully to every word,
Studying also the phraseology of intervals,
The poignant pause, abiding; Confidence.
Providing: A Vessel, a valet at the vestibule,
Or, as quiet as a librarian or the lobby in the morning,
especially on Sundays.
And Still, a ticking time bomb in the square
waiting peacefully until the fateful moment it may exude its artful potential,
thwarting the innocent, the guilty, the bystanders.
Or Witness the wittiness,
as She keeps on passing me by,
wandering and troubled, a silent scent.
And so i sit and inhale the silence sent,
Breathing forgetfulness, exhaling memories...
managing to fight the urge
to play that song,
as the words don't make sense anymore.
Interview: State Sen. Scott Wiener on Trump, transit, and that cute
bomb-sniffing dog
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[image: A person in glasses and a suit holds a microphone, speaking in
front of a colorful background with large artwork of hands.]
Sen. Wiener sat with J...