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Chair





Chair

I have fallen into the embers
of your voice.
Fearing the space
between arm rests, between fog-
glazed windows and burnished
silence charged by the snap
of flames. Past smoked
conversations, sinking into cushions
and hand-polished pine floor.


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lurkingwombat
Mar. 29th, 2012 05:22 am (UTC)
Beautiful. Are you OK?
J @ LW's
ciaranbochna
Mar. 29th, 2012 02:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm fine. Just need to get past the all-day minute taking today, and Board Sat, then I can count days until the weekend.
caffienekitty
Mar. 29th, 2012 05:38 am (UTC)
Very beautiful. I know exactly what you mean.

*hugs*
ciaranbochna
Mar. 29th, 2012 02:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I thought you might:) I wrote it while I was there (just didn't look at it again until last night), after sitting in his chair one night (I needed to). I miss proper fires so much--well, everything really.

*Hugs*
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