A Twenty Minutes poem.
Thirty-Five Years Ago
The radio murmurs in the other room
a phone rings far away
there is a smell of dust and the heat
given off by the radiator
in the hall.
The phone rings some more
and then the sound cuts off and
someone’s feet are running up the stairs.
The radio program changes
Now it’s some kind of singing
and the radiator clanks once
I just can’t concentrate on this book.