I lay awake last night
blank as the walls
and cold

the moon lit up my curtains
and outside
all was bright as day
and still

toast and tea -
comfort and antidote -
the new late day
nothing done to plan
bright September sun

late afternoon fire
inside and out:  orange
red trees, yellow

silence and the littered ground
all my debris
dark wells

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