Riverside
Riverside, the house
had long windows,
the sort you step outside
My reflection from the outside,
and if I really stared
I could see into the rooms.
Chairs mainly,
with old Alzheimer people
waiting to die
Occasionally they would see me staring,
and would wave gregariously
from another age
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Note - Periods were deliberately left out, but one was
needed after "rooms".
5/10/2015
Contest - Screwed VII
Sponsor - rob carmack
A win
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