The sofa


An avalanche arrived
and covered their world
with a strange snow. It entered the house
and chilled every room. It froze
the gurgling sounds of happiness,
muffling the contented calm. In its
place a wild panic bloomed
large and translucent. The sofa
bruised within its soft pads.
All the time words:
high heeled and fickle,
nothing but Sunday smiles.



Faith Vincent 2012