The Dangling Conversation by Simon and Garfunkel It’s a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our lives. And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers … Continue reading →