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A Poem by Floundering About

You can hear the anything
in the other voice.
Words exit as if from a bus.
You know only that
they get off at a particular stop.
Everything else is speculation.

The other voice seems
to hear its words exiting,
but has not learned to ignore
them like a driver would.

Maybe
this isn’t good for me
the other voice concludes,
continuing to interrogate
the passengers.

© 2010 Floundering About


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Added on August 24, 2010
Last Updated on August 24, 2010
Tags: anything, voice, bus, driver, words, concatenation, meaning