first light
everything in this room
was already here
Christopher Herold
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Yet I still have to rearrange
The coffee tables
Use one of the smaller ones
For the table-lamp
It has been nagging me for days
So, on this morning
Which is not so bright
But neither so frosty
As on the previous days
I make my move
In the half-shadows
I go unnoticed
In the second light
I move quietly
But repeatedly ask myself
Will the change be noticed