Obstruction

As the trumpet blares through his
headphones and Florence’s voice fills

the empty spaces, he wonders when
he’ll wake up and put down the pen.

Actually write words that will turn into
sentences that will be a preview

of what is on his mind and in his heart.
Writing is supposed to be an art

but for him it has become a strain
closed down like a broken water main.

© Esther Moreira

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