No Longer Quiet

Poetry 1 Minute

Singing chimes mollify internal disquiet

echoes of Sapiens’ struggles.

Frivoulously,

a kite hangs overhead,

orange tentacles trailing a midday sun.

Published by Nick Saba

I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.

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