we speak
of Frank Sinatra
Fred Astaire
our lips move
in dialogue
we don’t remember
as our words
evaporate
in the air
but the conversation
we don’t have
hangs forever
between us
we speak
of Frank Sinatra
Fred Astaire
our lips move
in dialogue
we don’t remember
as our words
evaporate
in the air
but the conversation
we don’t have
hangs forever
between us
poetry by Robert Ford
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