At Bedside

The leather diary, the abandoned crosswords,
the clock aglow with red digits,
tarot decks nested together,
the magazine pile, blue plastic earplugs,
scattered coins mingling by a dusty tissue box,
one lone domino, a low-lit lamp, the
small spiral notebook with a black-capped pen,
like admission tickets for an underworld ride
or runes rich with portent.


Poem #1 for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).

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