Sifting in the Afternoon
by Malachi Black
Some people might describe this room as spare:
a bedside table and an ashtray and an antique
chair; a mattress and a coffee mug;
an unwashed cotton blanket and a rug
my mother used to own. I used to have
a phone. I used to have another
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"to watch
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Yes, that is sometimes quite enough...
As a child I remember spending time lying in my bed during the afternoon and watching the the dust specks dance in the stream of sunlight. Magical.
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