DesafinadoA Poem by Robert Ronnow --slightly out of tune Am I right to hedge my bets on being famous, ply my arts all day alone, silence, no tv? Mark said, the difference is people are actually listeningto Mick Jagger, but I thought that’s not so big a difference. When Dad died it only reinforced the futility of our daily efforts notwithstanding my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other. People listened then, and closely, searching for an echo from the abyss. What is this abyss and how do I know it’s there? © 2023 Robert Ronnow |
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