Idle Conversation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Idle Conversation



Small groups filled with conversation,
old friends and idle gossip, sitting at a table.
Wanting to belong, to feel loved, to reach out
to one another in this great big world of diversity.
Hanging on words, listening intently, body language encompassing everyone, as people sit on a doorstep
awaiting eternity.

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