Almost Extraordinary

The cobwebs are
on my walls.
They are quiet,
grey and still.

My room is
square and
hot this summer.

I think of
many things.

Outside, I
look for the
almost extraordinary
and I found you.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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