Retell a Lie

I have forgotten their faces

Eyes through the cafe glass

A casual diversion…

But it’s not

A glimpse of the world

As it stops and starts

Traffic lights, green and red

A view from the table

With permission to look

Sipping coffee taking notes

While lives are in flux

In a slice of Time

Looking at the masks of

Strangers

Sustaining a facade

All the while living a lie

The same old story…

Just different folks

 

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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