Bells clanging clang clang,
crunching rocks underneath these feet,
chirping birds
chirping crickets,
silence masks its own noise, a white noise,
hostile eggshell cream colored-noise
There are so many subjects
that are Difficult to talk about.
Focus on the sunrise shining, glinting off
diamond rings, trespassing through windows,
windows of houses, quiet, early, early like
the railroad workers, the airline service desk,
screaming babies, diner cooks
Different people will find some subjects
more difficult to talk about than others.
And our edges are eventually eroded by the
onslaught of unpredictable weather patterns
and we all eventually disappear,
though we never entirely leave our guises
behind, our treasure troves six feet under
the ground and thousands of feet above
All that I care about is the memories.
Samantha Moya
Samantha Moya is a data specialist with a Ph.D. in Political Science from the University of Colorado Boulder. She does her own writing and arts on the side. Her work has been featured in Serotonin Poetry, The Raven Review, Epoch Press, Tension Literary, and The Poetry Question. She is originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico and currently resides in Denver, Colorado with her husband and two dogs. She can be found at Twitter/X and Instagram @samanthalmoya.
