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Dec 2011
In this quiet room
People silent,
Sitting,
Uncomfortably shifting.

Settling dust of unease
Wafts in restless eddies,
Too late to contain,
Too early to forget
Haze that hovers here.

New arrivals,
Entering too far to turn and leave,
Hesitate and wonder,
Frozen in knife-cut silence,
Wishing suddenly
For freer space...
And
Almost any other place.
Don Bouchard
Written by
Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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   John F McCullagh
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