by Matthew J. Andrews

Psalm 50:21

In the fertile void
of silence
there is only me,
puffed and expanded,
refracting light
through my own
miscarried prism,
scattering flower petals
and silver coins
down the aisles
of the halls of justice,
dancing in psalms
and selahs,
not expecting the gavel,
its cedar face
and boogeyman rapping,
never for a second.

Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in EcoTheo Review, The Windhover, and Amethyst Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at www.matthewjandrews.com

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