I stand in the doorway shooting light out in the darkness. This
window is stained with sorely missed colors. Up coffee-stained stairs
I trod to soft carpeted bedroom floors.
On pale flowered sheets seeped salt-tempered raindrops.
09 April 2010
The Broken Lighthouse
I stand in the doorway shooting light out in the darkness. This
window is stained with sorely missed colors. Up coffee-stained stairs
I trod to soft carpeted bedroom floors.
On pale flowered sheets seeped salt-tempered raindrops.
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