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Music in the Afternoon

poetry

I sit in warm light
and a draft like ice
cuts through me

The man on the stereo
he never stops playing
even when the temperature
drops

Oh to be trapped in
an entertainment center,
and worry not about
the world at all

November 12, 2013 Jay W. Ess Tagged afternoon, cold, music, poem, poetry, stereo, warm, winter Leave a comment
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