July/August 2012
“Excerpt of a Longer Recording”
A new poem
by Bob Hicok
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A man loves silence so much, to talk to him, you sit alone in a room and have your say, leave the room, which he enters and listens to your thoughts, replies and leaves, you enter again and listen to the memory of air, reply and leave. I’ve known him my whole life and we’ve yet to finish our first conversation. There’s time * |



