Silence Standing
	looking lonely
		groaning with impatience
Going nowhere
	lost in heat
		held in fear
Feasting on adversity
	quaking in the glare
A cicada buzzes
	in the tree
		that lurks 
			within the distance
Cold dives deep within the skin
	severs warmth
		from confidence
Rips away
	the knowledge
		of my impotence

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr