Small Talk
You ask how I am
and I say ‘fine’
I ask how you’re doing
and you say ‘well’
then we cling to the threads
of other people’s lives
on opposite sides
of a room
much smaller
for the clouds now moving in
and though we never broached the weather
I think it’s going to rain
tonight.
Ged Thompson
Sun 23rd Dec 2012 01:59
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