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Besides the Reality of Pain

Staring at the faces Of Monday morning strangers Waiting for a sign From the muted sound of feet Hear the silent echo… Evaporate against the cafe glass Like the blank page Waiting for ink… The anticipation of a moment To … Continue reading

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Crossing the Street

Silent feet At the end of Dawson Street Muted by wind Stop or go… Colour dictates Red or Green Young or old… Age dictates Fast or slow Smiles or frowns… Mood dictates A view A fragment A thousand stories Walk … Continue reading

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Did You Feel It?

Each evening the ritual repeats End of day The undressing begins Darkness presses against the glass Windows of light dotted Across the cityscape muted audience Silent echo Now, the building is Empty The day’s events questioning…. Those segments of hours … Continue reading

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