THE QUIET ONE

by Gary Jurechka   Oct 17, 2005


He had eyes of
bluish fog gray,
a black ice stare,
a night creature look,
like he possessed
secret knowledge
of what was around
the corner,
of what would happen
tomorrow,
of what to do at
three o'clock in the morning
on a rainy Wednesday,
when streets are deserted,
dark and mysterious
and silent,
like his eyes.

November 1992

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