Horizontal stripes thrown down
Bar the floor from leaving.
We watch all day
It never moves from prison.
You and I are visitors
Neither saying much
And the floor isn't talking.
Perhaps it has spoken things to others,
Later used against it.
Dirty truths that were never intended
Beyond its horizontal plane.
Every once in awhile I read something and think, "I wish I'd written that."
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Good. Very good.
Thanks Cindy. This one was born out of the trip to Arizona, we were staying at my oldest daughter's and I was struggling with everything I wrote that week. I was looking at the living room floor and the idea came to me, of course several rewrites later this is what emerged.
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