Sharks' Teeth, by Kay Ryan

Sharks' Teeth

Everything contains somesilence. Noise getsits zest from thesmall shark's-tooth-shaped fragmentsof rest angledin it. An hourof city holds maybea minute of theseremnants of a timewhen silence reigned,compact and dangerousas a shark. Sometimesa bit of a tailor fin can stillbe sensed in parks.

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