The Dangling Conversation
It's a still life water color
- It's a still life water color
- Of a now late afternoon
- As the sun shines through the curtained lace
- And shadows wash the room
- And we sit and drink our coffee
- Couched in our indifference
- Like shells upon the shore
- You can hear the ocean roar
- In the dangling conversation
- And the superficial sighs
- The borders of our lives
- And you read your Emily Dickinson
- And I my Robert Frost
- And we note our place with bookmarkers
- That measure what we've lost
- Like a poem poorly written
- We are verses out of rhythm
- Couplets out of rhyme
- In syncopated time
- And the dangled conversation
- And the superficial sighs
- Are the borders of our lives
- Yes we speak of things that matter
- With words that must be said
- Can analysis be worthwhile
- Is the theater really dead
- And how the room is softly faded
- And I only kiss your shadow
- I cannot feel your hand
- You're a stranger now unto me
- Lost in the dangling conversation
- And the superficial sighs
- In the borders of our lives
Let's listen to my solo!
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