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Ears growing dark by Frank Modica



I almost ruined my middle-aged self;

ears deafened by loud music, angry words.


No good growing old in dumb silence,

no good living in this world with an angry heart.


With these ruined ears how will I hear

anything is of itself? With a closed mind


how will I open my soul to love? I rub

both of my ears with hopeful fingertips.



Frank Modica grew up on the South Side of Chicago but now lives in Central Illinois. Twitter: @fcmodica53



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