The Unremembered
somewhere in the white noise
at the blurred edges of sight
the unremembered
they almost
might have made a difference
to it all
swung it
filled a space
now
should we
as the others slope away
with the last coin for the juke-box
make another play
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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