Curtain

You might trace

the eye-sockets

of enemies

 

settled in the folds;

curious samples of feet

– the duck

 

or elephant tramping off

the hem of the cliff.

I loathe a modern home

 

set to cream on cream;

a sterile soap pinching

corners; eyes have

 

no place to comb.

I like these cheap hotel

designs; the remnant bins

 

a hive of animates.

 

5 February, 2018