Bells clanging   clang clang,
crunching rocks   underneath these feet,
chirping   birds
chirping   crickets,
silence masks its own noise,   a white noise,
hostile   eggshell   cream colored-noise
There are    so many subjects
that are   Difficult to talk about.
Focus on the sunrise shining,   glinting off
diamond rings,   trespassing through windows,
windows of houses,   quiet, early, early like
the railroad workers,   the airline service desk,
screaming babies,   diner cooks
Different people   will find some subjects
more difficult to talk about   than others.
And our edges are   eventually eroded by the
onslaught of   unpredictable weather patterns
and we all eventually   disappear,
though we never entirely leave   our guises
behind,   our treasure troves six feet under
the ground and   thousands of feet above
All that I care about   is the memories.
Samantha Moya
Samantha Moya is a data specialist with a Ph.D. in Political Science from the University of Colorado Boulder. She does her own writing and arts on the side. Her work has been featured in Serotonin Poetry, The Raven Review, Epoch Press, Tension Literary, and The Poetry Question. She is originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico and currently resides in Denver, Colorado with her husband and two dogs. She can be found at Twitter/X and Instagram @samanthalmoya.
