Lou J. Klaiber

FACES IN THE CROWD

Some laughing!

… some
bold and proud,

… some crying
aloud.

Infants
and old men,

sleeping.

The Sun moving across the sky.

Music playing
like the Moon upon a cloud.

My pockets are full of time
given to words that scream.

… words that stumble
and refuse to rhyme.

Poems,
fighting like soldiers
painted with bullets.

… in the dark firestorm
of another time.

Words,
written in silence,

… spoken aloud.

Words!

Like lonely faces in the crowd.