curtain alters
the unlit room.
the dapple
of winter
white
decorates the walls
and ceiling
and me
unexpectedly
sitting here with
cold hands
on a keyboard
about to write.
suddenly
it comes.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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