Across the Room (Twiglet #3)

Across The Room

windowed between bookcase and bookcase,
winter is curled around a red-capped yellow fire

plug. Smoke-white sky, rust leaves, and needles,
the gray veins that are bare oaks. And that one

squat, alien, and bullet-shaped note. A cough
and loud wet snuffle during morning prayers.

An intensely human thing, out there in the cold,
and here in the silence between shelved books.

 

 

nudged by the Twiglets

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