Noon Or Mid-Day - Poem by zackery geddies
If I can recall it was noon on a Saturday when I saw this anomaly.
I sat on my couch watching T.V.
Through the corner of my eye crept in, a sliver of light Protruding through my window with its glass so thin.
It crept along my dining room floor along the rug and into the other room.
Light elusive sneaking in
Here in a flicker
Across the floor you spin.
As noon become dusk you slipped away.
Forced back by the shadows of the end of the day.
Happy and cordial yet brief was your stay.
I expect to see you tomorrow around mid day.
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