The Cubicle
by Joseph B. St. John
Broken,
Darkened,
The lonely blocks embrace.
Six sides
Of moonlight
Entangled through mind and space.
Stars brighten the heavens
With visions of a lighted past.
Single strands of memories
Fade across its empty vastness
Of time-
Inside the cubicle.
© 1999 Joseph B. St. John
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