August 14, 1979 10:10 p.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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The wind blows cooly:
Doors are all closed
I sit unmoving...waiting
The announcement comes
What does it mean?
Does anything matter?

The same questions are asked
forever
And because the doors are closed
No one can attempt an answer
Decipher the announcement
or sit back and listen to music

It's all been said
before
and
I can't seem to say it as well

copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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