morning sunlight peers into the
sunroom of my mind as sleeping
animals curl up on cat trees
placed in the corners of the room,
mental shadows walk the streets
of thoughts that meander their
way around historical artifacts
sometimes called memories in
lieu of making new ones...
fantasies linger in the shadows
watching for movement and
any indication that their time
is about to happen... rolls of
discourse lay on the porcelain
floor like seashells on a beach
waiting to be snatched up by
throngs of tourists down from
their northern perches of blank
superiority... a morning cough
alerts us to the day and we begin
to clean up our latent appearance.
September 25, 2023
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