CORRIDOR

The pattern close, a dot,

A knit screen,

Swiftly into the space moving,

The corridor,

Glass table reflecting,

Bright orange splashed over,

Pattern and surface rise up,

Bright orange washes over.

Hard and cool,

Pattern and surface rise up,

Look across and see her,

Looking up, filled,

Spinning, all is blurred,

And full,

And fall and spin, and see the close knit world

Roger Crawford, 2007

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