Thinking MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

Sunlightfrom the big bay window
Toasted the arm of the leather couch.
The warmthfelt good on my bare legs.
Giant oak trees splattered little shadows
Onthe ecru carpet.
My toes held onto the edge
Of my grandmother's coffeetable.
I can almost see my reflection
In the blank of the TV screen.
Where are my shoes?




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