the motion picture you've waited to see:
the one with the high sierras
and a matching soundtrack.
you know; music that swells around you
like the swells of an ocean
and you're in the little ship there
the one that could fall apart
at a whisper.
SHHHH.
they say in the row behind you.
be quiet!
this is the good part.
mary angela douglas 10 october 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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