the couch a forlorn slinky
stagnant. f-stop set to zero. focus:
predestined flickering lights
where dreams meet swan
matches and peel, lit & untethered
jaunty flows
the air beneath
the vacant couch
warrior of staleness & mildew
ambassador to dust-covered curtains–
shards of dreams
in beams of sun
stream into the room; at least
what is breathed, what can be seen
through blinds in deep sleep–
(originally published in VerseWrights)