Friday, June 30, 2017

Sconce By Any Other Name

I looked again at them during the day.
The small stairwell (interior) had new ones
and the one (attached) on Franklin
took no prisoners.

I lost count. Three. Four. Six.
Did it matter now that I was free
breathing in the sleek millrace air
at six-thirty in the morning.

I understand his choice.
All the focusing on relationships.
But it is not for me. I would rather clean.
Just plain and simple. Isn't that allowed?

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