Degrees Of Separation Poem by Tony Noon

Degrees Of Separation

All of our years are
in this bright room,
where personalities

and photo opportunists
are syncing to share
faces with local heroes.

This very now is rich
in history, and vision
shines beyond debris.

After words, though, we
remain very different
balls in corner pockets.


Tony Noon

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