Luxury of other days
Days where voices do not
Overlap, layer, stacked like Pringles
Popcorn questions, popping fast
Before one answer, fourth question asked
What was I answering? No one knows
Dreams of these days
Nights where dreams even interrupt
Real life--this is real life
Where voices overlap, layer, stacked like
Roof shingles, Farrah's feathers, add a beads jingling
Strings and strings of words and voices
But not complete thoughts
Not today, not tonight
But laughter
What was I saying?
Add-a-beads, indeed! I too love the clamor of overlapping voices, some days it is a cacophony, most days it is a glroious melody that will end far too soon...
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