the iron lamp,
wet and damp,
guards alone
the path
much traveled
------
on two feet
are blue
and orange socks
find their suitors?
I haven't the time.
------
click
goes the phone
click
goes the day
------
spread, intertwined
pink, grey, maroon
vines, stitched
on a comforter
------
the blue pen
gripped
between dry
fingers
------
eyelids half-mast
fingertips twitch
as thread
misses needle
------
faux leather boots
iced with snow
propped against
a propane
fireplace
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