LOST IN THE FUTURE
She wandered the aisles
Of the supermarket looking
For a product not made anymore
Wearing a dress
She bought at a thrift store
Out of fashion for over a decade
And when she left
She headed for a flower shop
That had closed its doors long ago
Next door to a theatre
Where she used to watch films
That was now just a vacant lot
And when she got home
She thought of calling
A friend from the distant past
But reached someone
With the same name and voice
That didn’t remember her at all
SOUND BITES
I hear it in the ring
Of the phone at 3 am
That answers to silence
I hear it in the smash
Of a glass bottle breaking
While a hard voice swears
I hear it in the cry
Of a cold hungry child
As its mother begs for change
I hear it in the howl
Of a dog that’s lost
In the heart of a storm
I hear it in the wail
Of a police car’s siren
That keeps getting closer
The laments of the world
From a documentary that has
No beginning or end
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