The Absence of A BeatA Poem by IndaThe absence of a beat, An empty seat, Dust covered clothes, A fight concerning who's valued most. Who is entitled to this or that? Meanwhile the lawyer stares at his watch. Little Mary asks for grandpa, There's a sudden quiet and the temperature drops And the apple on the desk continues to rot. © 2014 IndaFeatured Review
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