I hear America whispering, the distinct murmurs I heard.
All the mechanics whisper their words as they dare to, growing with the woods.
The sales whispers her words, traveling far beyond she could afford.
The teachers whisper behind their Office; or the students whisper in front of crowded hallway.
Words of workers either blue or white whispered before the dawn or after the midnight.
The officers whisper eating Chick-Gil-A
While the newcomers whisper rushing to everywhere and nowhere.
Whispered words I heard flow and amplify in cozy wind of Massachusetts and to the sunny beach in California
And silent
