While waiting
for a creaking
elevator to arrive,
two women discuss
a lost earring.
Their feet tap.
Their eyes shift.
Their voices ache.
Their elev ator opens.
Their concerns linger.
Jason Preu 
Captures the mood pretty well=)
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very well-written and brought out! thank you!
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and thank you for reading. cheers.
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A moment captured. We miss so many others.
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True for sure.
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Still trying to work out my own blog it’s at http://www.the-daily-rant.com would like some shares. Got poetry if you like poetry……
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Right on. Will check it out.
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The poetry of the mundane… And a clever use of formatting… a lovely capture of a moment, the kind of ephemeral bric-a-brac which escapes into oblivion immediately after entering the past.
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which *otherwise* escapes
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and what are our lives but a series of such ephemera? Thanks for stopping by to read.
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Precisely.
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