Cat Urns and Chandeliers
The children are grown and gone
I'm four grand in the hole
from pet cremations and such.
Just two of us are left to the will of the dust
With less distractions and hodge podge plans
life has taken on a hue of fledgling madness.
Alone is our mutual garment.
So, tell me dear what have we... left
a single dull bulb-or crackling chandelier.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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