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Where else
Have we gone to
By name? Not
Like a beginning,
An end. Now
That the air is clean
Of music
I can take up
The rhythm of places.
She wants to be
Asymmetrical.
Review
And watch the silences
From the corners of her eyes.
This is not an advertise
-ment; it is my own
construction.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/05/2022 03:22AM by petersz.

Peter, you had me going til we got to this:

This is not an advertise
-ment; it is my own
construction.

To me this seems an intrusion into a very private scene. I think I get the motivation for it, but it seems to spoil the cinema verité feel of the poem.


Les

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/05/2022 07:30AM by les712.

I fear I do have the white night whispering in my ear by the end of this one, Les.

Peter