poems

Rare Silence

Rare silence

27/06/2017

Fish tank bubbles quietly as you cough in the other room.

Our girl’s back moves softly as she sleeps against the couch.

A door opens elsewhere and a stranger is gone,

Somewhere in the distance and my stomach churns for bacon when coffee is my saviour.

A lone tissue stands unmoving from the box.

Otherwise everything is still and the day is golden.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

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