No one is noticing

No one is noticing.
You cooked dinner. You are exhausted.
You can’t find the top to the cumin spice.
You are fleeing your country.
You saw a beautiful bird.
You will not be on the nightly news.
You will fall into bed.
That is my best wish for you and me.
The day will dawn.
There will be dishes to wash.
Water or fire wood to gather.
There will be music.
And dancing.
No one will notice.

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One Response to No one is noticing

  1. Wanda says:

    Thank you for the poem. W

    Sent from my iPhone

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