Here and there

The yellow stained light shade
Decorated ceiling flowers
I arrived in a room
The stattering stitch of red
Black and scattered weave
Over boards scratched white

Dust in the corner
And paper torn like a flower
She lays like painted

The light softly
The night starts

What if the world in numbers
Counted out like the drum
As news blurts out of machines
And the noise fades as night descends
Today’s problems will be aired without consequence
And we hope to sleep

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

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