Driving Nails
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
Voices heard in the distance,
words scattered by cold winds
and the grunting song of tires
on pavement.
Voices not angry but shriveled,
but nevertheless shouted
into the wind,
against the traffic
passing beneath the roof
on which they stand,
tools in hand,
ordering edges and driving nails
into soft shingles.
Better to remain
silent
amidst such violence.
annarino writes 