Michael Edwards

CLOSE OF DAY

 

 

 

CLOSE OF DAY

 

Inside a darkened airless room

where faded drapes deny the sun

her fingers resting on a book

she sits with feeble memories

of fading rainbows afterglow.

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Reaching for a china cup

with chips and stains, she sips her tea

her bottle  glasses on her lap

her solace found in dull routine

as symphonies of dusk play slow.