Off in my head a woman is talking
She is rather droll, yet sympathetic her rhythm monotone but warm
It is flatland sensible and the words flow freely
She talks of a little boy gone missing
There is a man responding but his tone too low to pick up.
Was he sympathetic or official? I could not say. Perhaps she placed a call regarding the disappearance.
Eavesdropping on conversations within my own mind
Somewhere fiddle music’s playing smooth serene, almost mournful.
I suspect it comes from where the woman is but it could just be in the passing air.
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