lost in the dangling conversation

And you read your Emily Dickinson,

And I my Robert Frost,

And we note our place with bookmarkers

That measure what we've lost.

Like a poem poorly written

We are verses out of rhythm,

Couplets out of rhyme,

In syncopated time

Lost in the dangling conversation

And the superficial sighs,

Are the borders of our lives.

[from "The Dangling Conversation" by Simon & Garfunkel]

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Lake Huron, the Bruce Peninsula, Ontario, Canada

Done