Sunday, March 31, 2019

Where A Lamp Is Lit

Light spills through a window filtered by a broken blind onto a littered street; a flood of warmth amidst blight. I imagine someone is sheltering there— away from the graffiti on the warped plywood boarding up the next house, the pawn shop wrapped in bars, needles on the ground.

 -Patricia Thrushart
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