Sunday, February 02, 2020

Wings of curved fertility
circling an open grave.

Clouds in the gold framed corners
holding back the flood of sun.

A chair of clay retouched
blades carved on rustling foil.

Long hallways
I see from my windows
leading to the brink
or the stuffed dragon
lids of polished wood
and burnished handle's cream
crying monster.

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