Tuesday, 14 November 2017
My Housemate.
I am not alone
I am not lonely
There is a single spider
Living on my window
A quiet Buddha
Watching the world go by
Most other folk
Would swipe him with a duster
Would squash him flat
I cannot do that
I love his stillness
He is quite safe here
Perhaps if I could learn to live like him
All that I need would drop into my lap
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 14th. 2017.
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