Closed:
quiet respite
without demands,
propped seatside down
on a marble floor,
the night’s memory mopped clean,
and free from the weight
of butted burdens;
resting
with the good intentions
of another day.
Stools
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A collection of photos and poems interacting with each other in ways both mysterious and obvious.
Boho Dreams of Space and Time 
I like that “good intentions of another day.”
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