Friday, 30 March 2012

Third Day

He began to trash the room
throwing paper, knick-knacks, pillows
and anything else his blindness could find.
The dog watched surprised.
All at once he sat down to rest -
stared into the mess he’d made
before moving again to pick up each bit
until darkness finally came.
Although things could so nearly be put right
it would never be the same
and on the next day there was this sense
of a sudden and permanent change.
But it was on the third day that he found
the photos he thought he’d lost forever.

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