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Barber Shop Theater

the room was filled with theater
the rise and rhythmic fall of voices
echoing words and wise opinions
on life’s vicissitudes and choices
— Barber Shop – 2/6/10 – 74 #favorite

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Morning Commute

the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape
the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city
blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train
a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company…

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Announcer

the unerring voice wavered mechanically
announcing points of interest
to the figures on the wind swept platform
standing stodgily in the rain
— 12/16/09 – 14

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Busker

he played music on a street corner
not yet full of the seasons bustle
the rise and fall of mournful notes
a landscape painted in Christmas hues

his red stocking cap sat a jaunty…

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v-2 Organisation | architecture urbanism | The dreams that things are made of The article has just the right sort of tone and mood that makes reading it fun even though I’m pretty sure I…

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