Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays’ take on things and experiences

Din

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amid the din
of everything that happens
at once
there remains space
between spaces
where significance differs
pretty lights hold no sway
dulcet tones
of long gone crooners
float effervescently from beyond
winding in and around
without ever swaying
mildly oblivious crowds
and evening swallows daylight
as shoppers
dutifully paint the town

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Written by johnwhays

December 19, 2014 at 7:00 am

Posted in Creative Writing

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