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Mar 2017
Sheets are blue.
How-to palmistry books
and carefully scribed notes
are scattered about.

A poor copy of
The Last Supper
hangs high on the wall
to my left.

To my right
a wood laminate desk
like the kind you might find
in an office in Alhambra
next to a Korean barbeque joint.

Behind me
a colorful landscape
I painted long ago.

In front of me
a closed door.

And my purpose?
None. None at all.
Just passing time
like you are now.
bob
Written by
bob  California
(California)   
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