Jonathan Elliott Poet Prose Poetry

The Crowd

let me think about this
I told myself
it was only time running out
what is the laughter for?

I was remembering the pussyfooting
publishers
who dismissed this over lunch
maybe it was the thickness
of the fondue

I don't know
it's all just a blur to me now
the whole day spent dreaming 
of somebody
I never met

flying through the air
in a dream
we left the crowd

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