fragment: room at night

in a darkened room
the landscape of familiar things
shifts:
skyline of bottles, antenna
of the router, snowglobes
(ironic in the light now taking on
luminescence of eyes staring back)

the room full of the day’s voices
captured in these shadows

so little was said
so little to be heard

abandoned city
more real than daylight allows

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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