David Norian: The Listening
I was in the day late
got into it late.
But at my time sitting
the opera came.
I on the john hearing opera
from next door
for the first time.
Perhaps in his chair lights off
maybe wearing a blue shirt.
But really, out the window
the paint on their house told me very little of them.
As did the minor way their house met the street.
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