Catch My Breath
Lemon seltzer water on the night stand table
next to a vase of nasturtiums
Clouds painted blue on the bedroom ceiling
wood on the floor painted orange.
Ms. Fitzgerald's jazz in the air from her record
skipping from the scratches of use
Water for a bath bubbling steam and seclusion
waiting for it's tired recluse.
Candles caught up in the thoughts of the fireplace
shine up the mirrors with shadows
Home for a moment to catch my breath hollow
to bolster me up for tomorrow...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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