two souls

Purple dragonfly lamp
 clipped wings thrum
 
 Catnip licked dry
 rough tongue lovingly
 waits for the sound
 
 Yellow silhouette
 on colorless walls
 drab from solitude
 
 Lined paper calm,
 overlooked half scribble
 
 Poetry and reminiscence
 hidden between the lines
 never read obscurity
 
 Wicker basket paused
 unfinished, unremembered
 gathered in spring
 
 Bits of color that began
 and then understood
 
 There was no reason
 to carry on the game
 waiting in the crack
 
 cracks in everything
 
 The half face shines
 in the faded wallpaper
 twisted posy smile
 
 like her shadow
 like his shadow
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