2.1 At Home
Couch awash in the same
golden light
draped across easy chairs
and that sumptuous dinner
table arrangement
cannot last forever
the swirl of wind-whipped
ice pelting the glass
behind drawn curtains
points to inevitability
a hard fact our soft minds reject
despite its veracity
street lights cannot compare
with this lampshade glow
drizzling honey on every surface
until this life’s memories
have no choice but to stick
and we wonder
if a single one of them can
follow us into that night
from where not one has written.
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