On my best friend's couch looking toward the kitchen.A Poem by Brooke Faulkner
Directly under the kitchen light in the window all is illuminated
bright in fluorescent tinged color. The further out from the bulb the eye travels the duller the colors become until lively green leaves blend into one stagnant charcoal, monochrome.
© 2014 Brooke FaulknerAuthor's Note
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