We enter the choir room
first impression:
the air is stale
the windows are locked
the accoustical properties
are terrific

first act:
open the windows

first law of using the room
keep windows shut tight
or earn wrath of committee

so many sealed rooms
perfect for temperature regulation
imperfect for breathing

let’s rehearse
under water
that way we can drown
quickly and effectively


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to oxygen

  1. George says:

    June 13. 9:45pm… still no poem. Come on I can’t wait till midnight. Rhyme somethin.

    • riverwriter says:

      George: nice to see you have prioritized getting yourself to bed early. In consideration for your schedule needs, I shall endeavour to post before or after moon noon each month.

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