Scent Widens

by kholinar

kholinar:

Deflating night,
lurking in washcloths,
cat’s whiskers –
portents of lonely forays
slow mornings,
tightening connections
creeping through bedspreads
hanged on duvets.

The reaches of bathtubs,
with snips of old ribbons
(glance there for water
and hypnotic reflections)
A puncture forgiven, now
struggle past slats
to hear their bright voices
through blue-tinted glass.

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