Gray Windows

Photo by Esri Esri on Unsplash

I watch the drone walk over pink shadows
where frayed rooms drop broken footsteps.

Cadaver dogs nose the fringe blankets
layered on windswept bed springs

left by Pompeii flashbacks filed away,
hidden under rebuilt doors

and rain gutters long forgotten
but ready for violent remembering.

© Trapper Markelz 2020

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