Swell grief
Sail me to
Still waters
Parquet floors
Worn smooth
By unsteady feet
Tipsy twirling
Let’s lie down together
Interlocking fingers
Remember for us both
So I may forget
Four spheres
Anchored around me
Held motionless by
Rag rug coils
Inert, still
One by one
In my careful grasp
I hold them
Up to the light
Dust particles dance
Waltzing sunbeams
Around the room
Eye meets glass
A puzzle to pick apart
Are all choices thus
Mind palace
Brought to life
Its simple decor
Suits me well
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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