As I sat in the classroom of silence,
a coworker came over to sit near.
She wanted to talk.
The intention I set on a previous day
whispered, "Listen more"
So I willed myself to put aside my will
and I listened.
As the conversation came to a close,
I withdrew my attention,
and we both steadied our gaze on the window.
The shadows from dormant stalks
fall across the glazed window.
Grey and white in contrast to
the other color filled windows.
A blank page, clean slate,
to plant ideas,
Spring is about to be sprung.
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