Untitled #55 / the Upstairs Hallway
I stand in the upstairs hallway, hearing
sparks of conversation between my two parents,
my eyes locked upon a distant orange light
that grows in strength as the sun fades.
Our house is a cavern, four souls separate
yet I feel too close.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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