Mute telephone.
Cold stove.
Unopened volume
of Neruda poems.
Empty whiskey glass.
Overflowing ashtray.
Gloom seeping
through too large
windows.
Unwritten letter.
Unspoken words.
Blank canvas.
Still/Life.
- mce
Monday, December 14, 2009
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