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Status Quo

Broken,
the door slams
back and forth with the wind.
We’d grown used to the noise.
Tuned it out.
Refused to see, hear, or accept
its brokenness.
Then, a stranger points it out.
Can’t you hear that?
Doesn’t it bother you?
Hear what? we ask,
returning to our phones.
Status quo.

BTF 11-MAY-2020