Tuesday, December 18, 2007

VOICE by Stephen Lewis

I slid down her voice
onto carpet painted gold
from the window.

A vinyl couch,
antennaed television,
ten feet from her room.

Morning,
the way her brass bed frame is layered
by the sun.

A dress falls simply,
the color clouded
by a halo of light
till her voice stopped.


Stephen Daniel Lewis lives in Lawrence, KS and works in a library. He edits a magazine at www.robotmelon.com.

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