The Ballet
All the details
at the dinner
seem to be connected
like elements in a story.
Words spoken
each were stones
in the construction of a house.
I know the people
laughing at other tables were
all of their own,
but they were all
talking of me,
as me.
A feeling of great
profundity in the room
stopped time
when I took a sudden breath.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013
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