in my room

ducks2

 

in my room

the image
sits
in a cedar
frame

on a narrow
shelf

above
a bed too soft
in all white
linen

a portrait
of young eyes
watching
February ducks

three grateful
sunbathers
perched on a
small concrete
crossing

we were both so fond of them

but
that easy
afternoon walk
between
your attic
and Morrison’s
café

seems
a long time
gone now

held against
the stark gloom
of this
winter’s day

though
I still

have the picture
of you

in my room

© cs moon

 

 

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