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Where Walls Could Talk and the Owl Could Listen
by Zac Furlough
Somewhere, concrete could talk
about being stepped on
stepped over
all its life
and the owl was the silent one
holding still through the night,
leaving the mouse to roam
and breed and be –
a paradise,
a better time
before Icarus fell
(or was it that he jumped
from beneath the sun
because he missed his brothers
and sisters?),
sometime between the world
being covered in fire and ash
and coated in ice,
when the owl and the walls
listened and learned
that the mouse walked without fear.
About the Author
Zac Furlough is a graduate of Pacific University's MFA in Writing program. He teaches at Jacksonville University and Keiser University, and lives in Jacksonville, Florida, with his wife.
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