snatches of conversation
a dog barks
motorcycles zip by
a horn beeps
a woman’s laugh
someone sings
a Black Sea song
life passing by
outside my window
my wine glass full
and the cat
lying on the rug
closes his eyes
snatches of conversation
a dog barks
motorcycles zip by
a horn beeps
a woman’s laugh
someone sings
a Black Sea song
life passing by
outside my window
my wine glass full
and the cat
lying on the rug
closes his eyes
poetry by Robert Ford
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Sounds like a fine evening!
Thank you. It was.
Beautiful slice of life.
Thank you.
Beautiful words.
Thank you.
Settling in, sounds like
Yes, back in my old neighborhood.
OK. Enough already. Are there any downsides?
Well I’m on the trolley line and the noise it makes turning the corner spooks the cat.
Ah. The price we have to pay for heaven.
Yes! Exactly. Just like that. 🙂
Glad you like the neighborhood.
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