by Sheryl J. Miller

Created on: December 14, 2008

THE SIGN

Standing in front of the jukebox

Letting the music pierce my soul

Hands rubbing the surface

Eyes are half-closed.

Seeing only the series

Of red lights that flash

Till the latest beat dies

Revived by another quarter

Another selection - 126 this time.

I cock my head to the left

Relax my shoulders and sway

Welcoming Melissa to

Come To My Window and

Letting Shakespeare's Sister Stay.

Feeling the beat, the rhythm

In my hands, my heart and mind

Trying to remember the words

As I strive to forget the sign.

Newly placed on the side

Of my house by the road -

Big black letters,

Yellow back... DEAF CHILD.

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