Big Room

We’re back.
We never left.
Songs silenced.
Windows stripped.
One last dead needle
Plucked from a sock.

We’re back,
Wandering
The Big Room, now
Mostly empty. Two
Chairs, one piano
A box of crayons.

We return to
A holy plain
Day, lit by
Trapezoid sun
On hardwood floor.

 

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