A Single Gunshot

or was it? then silence
the bars of sunlight seem
firm against the kitchen wall
but slide down imperceptibly

will this be the first of many
the initial by which we come
to call the beginning
of our current time?

the light lays still
blue and yellow like dishes
the sound stays in the room
the way a rude remark

lingers, like a dropped
plate whose cracked pieces
bounce then hover a long
moment before they really hit

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