Mute

Still winds, leaves on the ground
footsteps crunching them away

Moisture in the air
woolen muffler might do the trick

Words don't flow out
I don't hear any voices

The honk of the taxi
the screech of the brakes
too much noise
Don't know what it'll take

Don't know where life is heading
Don't know where it'll break
or will it,
Questions are millions
Answers are billion
Mute-ness is trillion

-kd