Dust gathers on the floor

Damp from the winter’s chill

Crumbs too

Remnants from crusty bread

I sit watching the arc

Long, reaching around the world

Move slowly across the floor

Rotational momentum observed

The temporary glint

Prismatic off the bottle

Shows the liquid level

Below half

Soon to be empty

Save a desert’s annual rainfall

Left as backwash and dregs

To evaporate in the recycling

The puffy clouds of the afternoon

Continue their lazy stroll

Passing spots of grey

Giving variety to the city

I below debate a nap

Sighing at a book oversold in review

An album playing

Offers no rhythm for page turning

Outside a forbidden world

Masked and contained

Passing with the season

Unremarked and shallow breathed 

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