The moving

constellations

trigger a seizure

Oh well, like

shadows on the

floor

Sit quietly and hear

the the rhythm of the

building

Art and sl satify

me

Heels click and

scratch across the

wooden floors

Muted Amber tones

fight azure starry

starry nice

Indeed, I sit….

writing

watching as it

Comes to a stop

Not where I bet

myself it would

Not where I

wanted

Ain’t that life…

Take that Hafiz

I go home to get a

warmer coat