A Poem on the Website of
the Red Dirt Writers Society

Queen of Quiet
by Beth Stephenson (Aug 2005)

The bus is gone,
The refrigerator runs
The buttons in the dryer click
The living room clock
Follows tock with tick.
The house shrugs
As it settles to sleep
Iíve no promises to keep
No car to pressure my purse.
My books grin, exposing their
Temptuous leaves.
The scarlet roses outside
Douse perfume in my window.
My phone rings. . .
Ahh! for answering machines!

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