Poem

The pillars stand separate.

The lanterns on the top

Do not glow.

There are birds in the sky

Picture painted pink on blue.

The silhouettes are silent.

The abundant roses are splayed,

Rusting out, flung from the bowl,

Decay in droves.

And you, in your painting clothes

Sleep without rest,

On the top of the bedspread.

I occupy the porch in the twilight.

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© 2004 - Scott Lawrence Lawson