The vantage point of a lofty hotel room.
A pause in the middle of the day.
Suspended between work and play
we soon move on our way.
A purgatorial robe
not quite tied around the waist.
A pair of socks.
The trampled bed.
Passing sun, drifting moon, the clouds swim overhead.
The gray of dawn fills in with color
before dusk takes it back.
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