Poetry

Cadence

What happened when
the meaning of home
changed and the cadence
of our silence became deafening?

© Sarah Doughty

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31 thoughts on “Cadence”

  1. Sharp, smart, as most of yours are. Here’s the humourous side of it: “All I know is I came home from shopping and your clothes, the sound system, the chain saw, the ATV, the golf clubs, the fishing rods and the pickup were gone and a week later they hadn’t come back. Were you trying to tell me something?”

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