Hour #18 – Purple Ink

There is one light shining on the desk
the clock keeps steady beat
even though correct time seems to escape

Pieces of my life rest against table and chair
guitar
an empty glass
a pen with purple ink

I am grateful for this sacred place
where laughter and black dog fur
discern their place

I slip away
into deep night sleep
to wait for the next hour’s chime

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