EMPTY FLOOR

EMPTY FLOOR

The thin smile of acoustic air

anchors me;

ties me to the cold north

and it's histories of loss.

The echo of discarnate voice

draws me;

leads me to the dark valley

and it's legacies of ash.

The ricochet of regret

surrounds me;

backs me to the corner

and it's memories.

And lights are changing on an empty floor.

The lights are changing on an empty floor.

Tony Noon