Sunday, January 11, 2026

poem

 The Seminar

Who are we?

The question haunts the audience

Like a pending diagnosis.

But the doctor has called, wanting 

To discuss your recent results.

Is now a good time to speak?

You step outside the room, your work, your life

For the moment it takes to receive the fate.

Everyone knows the answer from the beginning.

The seminar goes on as if it were someone 

Else’s turn to speak.

More people are arriving.

There’s coffee in the back

Next to the sign-in sheet


1/11/26

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