Three ladies in a crowded room
With voices sweet as fine perfume
Casting tales of want and woe
To talk amongst so many though.
Pronouns sown anonymously
Her and they, then I and she.
Feel free to share your thoughts if any
Three voices. Still, amongst so many?
And then a name is dropped by chance
A tilted head, a sideways glance.
That name to some, a familiar word
Three voices have been overheard.
Fearing lest they be misread
Try to recall each word they said
In chronological succession
Three voices now with more discretion
Lesson learned? One can but hope,
To understand the breadth and scope
Of risks and dangers that one faces,
Talking private things in public places.
© rdfindlay 2017