this place we call home

poetry
Written By Kimberly LeClair

time stretched over furniture like silk
sun streaming in like flames of old party candles
memories hanging in corners
the breeze from an open door
agitating ghosts of prior guests
long ago arguments scurrying under the table
the dust of days past lies heavy
on this place we call home

Kimberly LeClair https://eastwillow.com
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