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Tracing The Fog On A Car Window

October 21, 2015
By Anonymous

Her voice raises above me
Briefly high and unfaltering
But she sounds like she’s crying
And I can taste her sorrow in the air
The low sobbing notes in her sad accord
Unexpectedly wavering
I want to cry with her
This sad radio star
Heard through the static
But unheard
Where all of it counts.


The author's comments:

For Nina.

 

I think I understood.


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