05 April ~ Poetry Postcard Project

PATRICIA F. ANDERSON

HERE 

I am here, on the couch (again? still?),
the dark gritty / bubbling / swaying, sirens 
strobing stripes on the curtains above.

I shiver under the arc of stacked books,
swaddled in sweaters and blankets. Light
from the phone glows on my shimmering face. 

Across the rooms, in a corner of 
a different window, I see the sun 
rise behind black pines, so red, coal bright. 

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