The Solitude of Sundays
Another Sunday and it's raining.
9:32 P.M.
A black and white old movie
Keeps me company...
"1948 The Naked City"...
Your telephone is busy!
They shoot the bad guy.
He plundges to his death...
I plundge into my solitude.
9:36 P.M.
C. Alvez
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