It's Still Life

Drift

Every day.
It’s a wilderness of dust,
debris blowing in like snow
where the door used to be.

I remember
the flavour of food,
sweet and sharp, I remember
feeding blackbirds at the window,

I’m too tired to open it now.

I remember
pine, and green leaves
and raspberries, sunbeams
on a sleeping dog.

I wrapped myself
in someone’s wallpaper last night,
just to stay warm.

This world
is a steady drift of particles.

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