No matter that
The enormity of
The reckoning
May be in reverse ratio
To the room’s size
A point Ben Johnson learned
By his untimely demise
On the point of sword
So many years ago
Nonetheless we must
Remain open
To life’s most important
Signals wherever we happen
To be sitting
Upon receipt thereof
Be they ever so
Implausible and faint
Whether at a south-facing table
At the neighborhood Pret
Or home alone while at
Computer screen gazing
I find myself nursing one more
Late afternoon cup of coffee
Giving free reign
To the most outlandish
Fears and fancies
Staring at the sign
That says
Copy
Stamp; Print
Shop
I’m not sure
If I want this song
To continue
But I certainly know
I don’t want it to stop
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