11.18.2004

Portrait of Melancholy

The hum of the refridgerator,
The flap of the flag outside
In the dull, night wind,
My reflection in the windowpane
On the door,
The squeak of the bar stool
At the island counter,
Blue on top
Like the ocean running
Off the edge of the world,
And no one even cares.

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