The parquet expanse
glossy built-ins
purple tile
paisley curtain
saffron in the rickety cupboard;
bus schedules
solitude and “Starry Night.”
.
A piece
of fractured fairy tale
green and gold
no valet but an intercom
where the soul would be.
.
There’s always a streetlight
in the Big Moments;
sometimes it’s unlit.
The Word Rummager 