Between Suits

The vantage point of a lofty hotel room.

A pause in the middle of the day.

Suspended between work and play

we soon move on our way.

A purgatorial robe

not quite tied around the waist.

A pair of socks.

The trampled bed.

Passing sun, drifting moon, the clouds swim overhead.

The gray of dawn fills in with color

before dusk takes it back.

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