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