fingers tap.

can you hear the wind outside, the radio,

all things growing, I could. it was the start.

should have known this will happen,

to me, to all of us. some have had a

splendid year, while some have not.

shall i speak of crumbled cookies, of those

dice, which we collect? no, i cannot speak,

i have no voice.

i tap the words with fingers.

sbm.