Comers For the Green Cube

The comers
For the green cube
A giant one
We positioned
Our postures
To the machine
It dials and sends
Then the grumpy grin
Hopped in
In the green glass cube
The walkers
Reflection on the floor
Air sneaks inside
Through the generous door
In pairs depart
One near me sat
Polished couch
Entangled greet
On leather seat
Morning silence
Cough
Distant call
My number
In capital C and S
A green star
On the walls
And I stuttered between
Tomorrow and yesterday

Poetry by Farah A.Y

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