The Version We Post

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

We crop the washing from the chair, the argument from the doorway, the hour we spent not speaking. In the square, the table glows. Two glasses catch the sunset. Our faces agree on happiness. Outside the frame, the kettle clicks off for the third time. Neither of us moves.
49 words · 10 lines · Free Verse
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