2022-02-28 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
A stranger entered my home under the cover of dusk. Rummaged my drawers, combed over my belongings, apprised my state of living. A thief’s eye with a surgeon’s steady hand. Precisely picking prospects for profit.
It caught me sleeping, immersed, preoccupied by matters of utmost importance. Caught me drinking, enchanted, occupied by looming clouds and tight sheets of rain.