Orpheum Of Phoenix
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Leaves dancing in the wind, whispers floating on noon
air, being blown about by statues standing rigidly on
top sides of the Orpheum.
Watching everyone walk below, sizing up looks, fashions,
people, and those in quiet despair.
Never telling a soul what they see, just standing there
fulfilling their destinies for those who see them when
looking up out of their little frozen worlds.
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