Paul Bittick

The unmistakable disturbance of silence

A soft and hollow hello

Followed by the simple smirk of common

Friends and foes

 

Old stories of times all past through

Bringing smiles if only for a moment

To the realization and false security

Of new foundations

 

Secrets in the open with feelings in the dark

Breaking uncontrollably but building all the same

A mountain of proclamations

Of trust and faith

 

The dead roots continue to spread deep and dark

With life on the surface and fruit a plenty

The tastes of glory littered with salt

Falling to the soil

 

The weather will change and sun will rise

And yet still invite the beautiful silence

And hope of continued greetings

Until the roots die again.

 

-Ryan Quintana, journalism Senior

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