Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Michael Cluff- A Poem

Aural Voyuer

On the other sides
of hotel walls
the noise of people
you will probably never meet
intrigues so much
one may put
clear drink glass to ear
and drink in what
one can't normally discern
or hear.

A surprise may be in store
or disguise even repulsion
but I always hope
it will be something
kindly disposed
towards my various kinds
or even, just maybe,
yes ' lil ole' me.

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