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Hotel

laying cool
under layers of foreign sheets
breathing chlorinated air
in the room.

the bathroom light
shows through a crack
from the door and spreads
a thin line on the wall.

the faint sound of
the cars driving by below
seems to say "shhhhhh."
go to sleep.

rolling over
tasting the clean cool smell
and your face on the sheets
in a different place.

March 7, 2004 at 07:07 PM

Comments

This one is really nice. It has a faint rhythm to it, but nothing bold like a limerick. It makes me think of some great memories, which I think is what art is really for - giving the viewer something to reflect on themselves in. Don't know if that last sentence came out very well - I'm finding it a little hard to articulate my thoughts right now. Must be because I've been studying in French for the past hour.

Posted by: Rachel | March 8, 2004 8:12 PM

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