Pencil Sketches
Staying home,
I caught naughty elves
watering my piano,
growling inside my head.
Faucet drops
beating out in harmony a drum tatoo
to the tune of a plugged drain,
the careless postures of indifference
retold lives lived on spindle shanks
caught on the obligatory
insipid train
of obliging a pantry full
of ones you love.
Paul Cameron Brown
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