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Abbie Argo
Poems
Apr 2013
Untitled
there is a beauty
in numbers
that so many
miss
and it
saddens me
so many things
would lose their
value
if numbers were
as irrelevant
as some say they are
like the number 11
side by side on the
front screen
of a teenage girl’s phone
as she stares incessantly
waiting for a call
that will never
come
she’ll be exhausted
come tomorrow
but she wouldn’t dare
miss him
she’ll fall asleep
at school
number two pencil
in hand
sharpened so carefully
by the pencil sharpener
whose blade
is now
missing
or the man
as he avoids staring
at the clock
on the bar wall
very clearly reading
6 am
his children are
getting ready for school
but he’s not there
and neither is his
wife
not really, anyway
her mind is elsewhere
on the man
who smiled at her
at the metro
yesterday
and convinced her
to stay away
from the tracks
after all,
the train to 22nd street
was coming,
and it would be a shame
for her to get
in
its
way
no matter how easy it would have been
even as i sit here
staring at my screen
at exhausted o’ clock
having deleted
words upon words
for the umpteenth
time,
it’s so very obvious
to me
how different
this poem
would
have been
if i had not
Written by
Abbie Argo
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