Faraway Solitude
after four days
the floors ceased talking
about me
the bed is a sleeping
cat
and the rest room
has found
a friendly urinary bladder
the drapes are kind
to sunlight
scattering flowers
on softer hands
things run smoothly
now
like an automated
machine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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