Slamming Doors
1 min readOct 13, 2020
A skunk settles over the evening
laying down scent
like a comforter, prickly
and glinting in the heat.
I stretch my feet, listening
to bedrooms above with pacing
squeaks and dropping nickels;
a toll charged for safe sleeping.
One by one I flip the lights,
winking infrared as black
lays claim to beige walls
and greasy fingerprints.
They mark the passing of
bold conversation, frantic reach,
and so many words
captured, but left unsaid.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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