Visitation: Fifth House Lodge

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They see her clearly: an off-white angel
beside his low bed in the morning.

She’s not an angel, really, only
errant brushstrokes on a white wall
left there by a haphazard painter.

He rises, considers his keyboard;
feeds yesterday’s coffee grounds
to the lupine and zinnia.

The cat only sits and watches.

The world is white around them.
Sunlight intensifies, bathes the wall.
The brushstroke angel vanishes.

The breeze strokes the cat’s whiskers.

The lupine and zinnia bloom, sway.

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RDP Tuesday ~ PURR
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One thought on “Visitation: Fifth House Lodge

  1. Man, this is awesome! You are so good.

    I adore these sections:

    “She’s not an angel, really, only
    errant brushstrokes on a white wall
    left there by a haphazard painter.”

    “feeds yesterday’s coffee grounds
    to the lupine and zinnia”

    “Sunlight intensifies, bathes the wall.”

    “The lupine and zinnia bloom, sway.”

    So yeah, all of it. 🙂

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