Christina, let me play with line breaks, please.
She said, 'My chairs will see me out.'
and so they did. And yet she sits
here still in quiet corners.
A wash of winter light turns
Delft blue design to darkness -
snow scumbled in sky
across a flat and furrowed land
where windmills reach beyond
the point a human eye can find
where once we walked
when this empty vase held
tulips. Stamen and stem to mulch.
Only a clock breaks silence
to meter minutes as years pass.
Wind and rewind until the
movement stops and springs
uncoil to find, or not find grace.
Why? Visually, I like the look of near even lines. Does it help the read?
Sadly, likely not, so forgive.
Good read.
Thanks.
Gary
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