While windows rattle to the winter rain,
walls echo sounds of distant metal doors.
Formica desktop, striped with fake wood grain,
Flourescent lights in concrete corridors.
Hard surfaces,
impervious and slick
this life is made
of surfaces.
I hang silk scarves, bright-colored calendars,
letters from loved ones, gifts from cherished friends
to keep me warm, to comfort a soft heart
while windows rattle to the winter rain.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Hard Surfaces
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