as the floor lamp dims and grows brighter
repeats the pattern at least three times
she knows her presence will not go unnoticed
what’s it like over there he wonders?
you must know what’s going on inside here
do they leave the light on for you there?
‘touch’ hurricane lamp is on again in the spare bedroom
but he hasn’t been anywhere even close to that light
there’s no hoot owl outside the window
you always liked the witching hour
now he finds that he does too
funny how we absorb those things
trying to fill a constant craving
in a dream where the circus never ends…
Picture from the net.
a ‘touch’ hurricane electric lamp goes on with the touch of a single finger…