"SILENT PLACES", A POEM BY WILEY

MUSIC & ART 

 

High in the Minnewaska sky

My friend took me here

My friend taught me tricks

I watched ½ a movie with his sister

 

My friend on a rock out of sight

My head on a shoe

This terrible girl

From yesterday not here with us now

 

I ask him the name of this place

I pretend to hear him answer

When a giant bird

Bigger than anything

 

Glides past us

Perfectly still

Except for its head

I cannot possibly do all the things I want to do

 

Listen to me

Perfectly still

Except for its head

There are too many things

 

Too many things

And I can see all of them


LINKS TO MORE OF WILEY'S PUBLISHED POETRY

 

SEE WILEY'S MOST RECENT SYLLABUS FOR AN ENGLISH COURSE HE WAS TEACHING AT F.I.T. IN NEW YORK