The sun cracks heavy grey clouds,
rushing to spill dazzling light
through the frosty window,
puddling it over carpet.
It catches a solitary tear
on a fuzzy earthbound cheek,
and
suddenly
sets the room on fire
with brilliant
reds
oranges
yellows
greens
and blues.

 

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De was tending the Monday bar at dVerse and “spill” was the word we were to include in a 44-word Quadrille.

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