Friday, 10 January 2020

coming home

from a quiet corner you could make out 
only the inflections of the broadcast
on national radio 

fatigued from the week's 
adventures she lay over the bed and he
in the chair

boots long kicked to the floor
in the hallway sniffed about
by cats

turning themselves before the 
heater between volumes 
on the bookshelf

 the sun's last light
dying on the underbelly of 
palm fronds

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