Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Night [slats]

I lay back flat
look up slat by slat
above my eyes shadows varying shade

Used to be
I never thought
drifted too quickly to wonder
the shape of virtue
or line of wisdom
I mulled daytimes, walking.

Restless now
Tossing I turn heaps over in my thoughts
past dark

Could be I was sitting
skirts tangled in a tumbled heap
of books waist deep

Empty slat shelves
staring me down.

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