in which the record turned

the same old story going round and round

an old cracked vinyl

with an old cracked sound;

 

the telephone dropped out

of range, the toast

crisply burned

 

a lorikeet was waiting

and could be fed

the unfinished story

 

which remained unsaid.

 

Copyrighted by the author

 

 

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