Hiatus
...inspired by October Tune by Joseph Brodsky
A shelf reveals sepia-toned pictures,
floorboards groan with memories
of ages past and old men creaking,
shadows flicker lightly on the wall.
Hours flow as lava creeps,
and scattered letters lie forgotten,
dust motes float, their orbits spinning,
shifted by the ghosts of yesteryear.
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