Faraway Solitude

after four days
the floors ceased talking
about me
the bed is a sleeping
cat
and the rest room
has found
a friendly urinary bladder

the drapes are kind
to sunlight
scattering flowers
on softer hands

things run smoothly
now
like an automated
machine

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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