long enough and you'll begin
to strike
up conversations
with the broom,
the floor.
the windows and doors.
let's close up
tight tonight you
say to the bedroom
window. it's chilly
out there. and
oh dear shovel.
you'll get your turn
soon.
just wait, be patient
it won't be long before
it's february.
and you, you lonesome
thing.
the chair no one
ever sits in.
tomorrow, it's just
me and you.
all night as i read
my book. i'll move us
next to table lamp,
our very good
friend.
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