Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

02 March 2015

Star-filled Room

So I'm sitting in a square
and pretty bare little room
White walls of winter
and four seasonal paintings
(saying quirks and perks)
The black benches are empty
and the red door says "exit"

As I look at the window above
a beautiful sky emerges
and I realize
that I'm sitting in a star-filled room
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