
background noise, hear it?…my poem
the flower, so pale…
Taking my time
I hear every conversation,
I hear the fuzz of background noise
that so easily comes to the fore,
I see the folds of the curtain,
suddenly of interest,
I see the flower,
so pale, in the rug,
theatre seats aren’t really comfy,
this waiting is for learning…
(I forgot to take my phone)
December 19, 2024
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King George and his ministers
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by Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy
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