Hotel Room
Pristine white
Blank canvas
If walls could talk
Mute lifeless frames
Boxed decor
Where random players take turns
Unfolding their drama
Living their realities
Their joys their tragedies
Occupy their time
Without leaving a trace
There then gone
Back to a blank canvas
For the next set of players
One sequence then another
And another then another
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 25, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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