from the top
she’s sweeping
down two
lower stories,
what time
a bannister
or newell
post confess
her absence,
what time
motes in
myriad,
a passage,
nothing moors
the foyer
floor, un-
settled in
dim light,
candled at
a keyhole
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ayaladn 
I really am intrigued by ‘nothing moors’. It is such an evocative phrase for me it becomes the central image in the poem. KB
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All I can do is wrap quotes around your commentary, KB
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Reblogged this on drndark.
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Thank you, again, drndark.
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no problem
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