Written for a Fed Poets' Society meeting during Harvest Festival, spooky themes. Unfortunately, Nomo got lost in the maze and could not attend.
The rescue mission took three and a half days, was all over the news! ... or was it three hours? Anyways, sure felt like it!!
the smell of dust and old
creaking planks, broken chairs
below light blue rays
now, this place is
slower than we wanted.
I do not read, linger
for a while.
A friend came in
I answer his question, turning around
but no one was there.
Ah, behind the corner?
no one.
Seating myself, on a table,
a tiny bit longer... I got out of there.