It is that,
which should not be there.
Revealed
In the lightshade of a restaurant,
the windowsill of a shop.
That reminds,
brings forward more
than a thought;
A yearning,
an ache.
A vision of that
which hovered
above you in those last
moments.
That still connects.
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Digital
Black noise making box?
Silver knob to finely tune
Clarity of voice.
It’s a constant companion on my office desktop… news, interviews, music… my digital radio. So a worthy subject for a Haiku.