Night-Time At The Office Poem by Helen Ivory

Night-Time At The Office



The solitary light
at the top of the office block
way after midnight
where a hand in the darkness
stamps yesterday’s date
on letters that will never be sent.

There is nothing here
but the buzz of the light
and the soft fluttering of moth.
A pile of letters teeters
on the edge of the desk,
their recipients, sound in their beds.

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