Solitary
A small corner
Shadows of light
Glimmer
Piercing through
Dusty cobwebs
And peeking through knot holes
In old barn wood
I don't recall the details
A shabby scarred desk?
A bare dim bulb?
Maybe a sagging
Wool ticked bed?
What was JM doing there?
Conjuring up theories.
Transcribing thoughts
To paper?
A deserted place?
Animals long since gone
Air heavy
With musty hay
What was that place?
Where was that place?
A place where a key dropped
Somewhere in Ohio
I think it's time to change the lightbulb! 😊
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