sliver
of light
often
line
between
soft eyes
hard stares
jokers faces
sad mugs
steady hands
restless feet
sweet dreams
choppy sleep
sliver
of light
sometimes
just enough
to mop
dirty floors
wipe
grimy counters
and
sweep out
dusty corners
whit howland © 2019
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