Like An Orb

inside the saloon
your hair is cut

the people around
are speaking using their eyes

you are sleepy
watching the hours go by

there is silence
no matter what music drifts
in the saloon

what noise is there
you do not care

and so you only witness the
shadow of their unspoken words

through their eyes
the world goes on

nothing is perturbed
like an orb

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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