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POEM: My Job

My Job

I sit in a room alone
and play songs
for the people I assume
are listening to the radio.

Every 15 minutes or so
I talk into a microphone
to the people I assume
are listening to the radio.

You have to take a lot on faith
to do this job, otherwise
it can seem a little unhinged.

Then again, it takes faith
to talk with people
even when you can see them.

Maybe even more,
come to think of it.

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21 April 2026
Charlottesville VA

Day 21 of National Poetry Month

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2026 Poetry Radio

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