Prosey and Domestic

My family's CBT compound. My room is on the far right.

My family’s CBT compound. My room is on the far right.

A small poem about my CBT stay.

Time Well Spent (No Charge)

Resting beneath the patient shade, through the sway of the cotton soft breeze,

 A single wooden post stands center in the still vacant yard, its silent shadow casts a slant spoke, a sundial for the palindromic hours.

An ill mended moldy millet fence sketches the perimeter while a neat grid of concrete bocks await money’s inertia.

The vacant yard, content and placid,

Absent are the ripples of desire.

 

 

 

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