“Untitled” –JR YWF 2015

The old barn was quiet and dim

The perfect place to write

With a canvas blocking off a section

And a rug behind, the typewriter stood

Off on her own with her tabby and

Pictures, sat a girl in a chair

The dust lofted around, so thick

The scratchy feeling on your tongue

The light was dimming as the sun set

The tabby ready to pounce on whoever interrupted

The squeaking floorboards and the clicks of the keys

Was all that she heard those lone days with her tabby


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