Talking
Always talking
Heard walking under the courtyard sky.
Talking walls and floors,
A jogging cart with keys ripping words from the air,
And trophies breaking through the glass display case,
Fluttering origami on the counselors’ door,
Next to the sculpture of nearly silent clocks.
The rustle of posters and paintings, scratching of writing utensils -
My observations of a magically magical place.