My studio was dark.
I flicked a light switch on,
as I entered.
Bulb buzzed and sparked,
as it cracked alight,
sending smallest puffs of
dust
to fall from the fitting.
Shadows crept away, lazily,
from corners.
Yellow light,
pulled dark air in,
in a second.
Nobody had been there.
All over the walls,
books sat heavily.
And sugged
at the benchy shelves.
© Cosmic 2011
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