She felt real enough,
as it all flickered through her,
celluloid film reeled in and reeled out.
On the stair where he kneels,
struck dumb he can’t see her,
with wife and her child
he’s pretending to love.
It’s a matter of fact when out in the cold
You wait for the reckoning that never unfolds
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there's something so amusing about a concluding couplet done just right. i can never quite place it. but you placed it here, all right, and i can't help but smile.
but it is still a serious poem, of course. and i like that. i do not mean to trivialize the piece in any way.
good to read your work. you always surprise.
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