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My Living Room at Midnight

by Kat Seidemann

The deep grey overstuffed couch

Between two lamps with beige shades

diffusing light:

The story in the picture up above,

of walking through shaded woods

to Emaus, on a dusty road,

The dark-oak Lincoln rocker and the

North-wind Captainís chair,

The bookcase, with its cut-glass doors,

containing knowledge I have gained,

The foot-locker turned coffee-table,

And the rooted, growing plants

All beckon me, and welcome me

To sleep here, in their home.


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