Snapshot: Grocery Store Singer

She sang,
Where she thought nobody could hear her;
The sound,
A low and bluesy sort of thing

He heard
As she was walking by, and humming;
Then stood,
Entranced, to hear this woman sing

She did
Not see him there, for she was shopping;
He froze —
For he remembered, clear and long,

Those times
Of music, crying in the darkness,
When all
That he could feel
Was in a

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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