Friday, 18 January 2013

PrisonBreak


A cellotaped column of pink sunlight stole in
through under the door 
scurried up the wall and down onto
the arched back of the yogi cat
dying it's fur in BoomBoomBoomer 
before plunging headlong
into the dusty glass of water on the
corner study table.


With eyes like a pool of mail-lost greetings,
she watched.

No comments:

Post a Comment