Wormwood

 










He sat in silence
before at an ancient bookcase

Outside dusty windows
another day dawned

Growing light revealed
pitted woodwork

In a room downstairs
breakfast was prepared

A toilet was flushed
Distant pipes vibrated

Sunlight moved inexorably
across faded wallpaper

The sounds of day died
Shadows lengthened


Unwavering his blue eyes
maintained their vigil

In the evening sky
Venus slowly appeared












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