Deb Fowler - No-One

No-One comes
to stay in her blue
room with the white
bedspread, flowers
on the corner table
welcoming, no-one.

Full moon travels
near, once in a while,
long yellow fingers
touch the fine linens
there.

Behind the fence,
Pin-Oak leaves
carpet the lawn,
cover the mums...
hide the path
to her door.

Near the entrance
a well-worn rug
waits for visitors,
for friends, who
left it there no-one
knows.

Deb Fowler

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