The sound of her booming voice
Across the room
In my mind
Words muttered under her breath
Spoken barely above a whisper.
Commencing without any provocation
Heedlessly heading in any direction
Regardless of time and place
Often accompanied by mirthless laughter
Or a look of contrived grimace.
Always catch me off guard
Albeit, my ears are accustomed
It is indeed hard
To be an unwearied, silent spectator
While the same sentences
Like a tape stuck on replay