OUCH!: Poem of the Day

Why The Sunlight Stays

Away From My Window

The Couch

Was in the backyard

(Again)

Hangin' with

The Plastic Lounger

The End Tables

Wouldn't shut-up about

All the extra room

"I never realized how big she was..."

The Patch of Sunlight

That once shot through my window

Felt around with slow warm hands

(Mystery)
Missing her scent

Clean Carpet revealed

Basking

Her pattern

Disgusted with the working carpet

"You're so dirty..."

The Sunlight whispered

But, no one heard

"Where's my Settee?"

Wounded with the recollections:
Warming her
In the afternoon