OLYMPIA By Jennifer Green
Dear, sweet Olympia,
The things that you could tell . . .
You, the best friend and confidant to many before.
A keeper of secrets and creator of stories
Sometimes giving so freely,
Other times cruelly withholding.
Though you’re silent now,
I can’t help but look at you and wonder . . .
What wonderful and horrible things you know,
Forever echoing in a sort of past morse code.
I gently run my fingers across your keys and contemplate
If I could be the one to make you speak again . . .