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Aug 2020
we circle the drain
and yet we fiddle

a jet trails off into
the distance

its noise lags far
behind

we sleep through
the afternoon

to the soundtrack
of our lives

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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