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Exchange Square
by Richard TrotterAlone in larger spaces, people pass
old man goes home, young girl goes by
the city windows are cool and sleeping
as gentle buses wait for rain.
Stories weave and curve in strangers' minds
empires falling, youth mounts the sky
their talk is a fog that keeps me sealed
i make up history, jigsaw of the day. 07/19/2005 Posted on 07/19/2005
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/20/05 at 02:15 PM 'i make up history, jigsaw of the day.' Yes, its so difficult to fit into the scene which makes us more lonely amidst the crowd.
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| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/10/05 at 02:02 AM i like this because i can relate...very well said... |
| Posted by Megan Langley on 11/11/05 at 04:07 PM Rich, I don't know how I missed this poem! I guess since I haven't gotten on here in a long time... you are brillant as always! I love the "jigsaw of the day" - so true... |
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