Nine Oh Three

Here, a room

a floor bed near a window

On, a radio

a cacophony of voices down low

A glass of red

A notebook and pen

A resting nest

An introspection

A pack of we’ll see

A lamp to illumine

A night vision

A solo tour

A hovering

A view of two tall winter trees

A crosshatch sky

An obscured moon

On the wall, a clock

An hour and minute

An absence and presence

A ritual

A candle flame

A flickering reflection

A faraway

A song sung

The CBC

Nine oh three

Nine oh three

Nine oh three

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