I fanning the room,
chasing the afternoon heat,
out of my office.
the tile lay there bear,
naked to every eye they see,
but often not seen.
I scribble a note,
on a bus ticket quickly,
call me tonight please,
I don’t leave my name,
just four numbers that seem right,
for they don’t, some how.
The light goes to town,
it loves to see the lights there,
and maybe gets matched.
I am signing off,
with a good night and sleep tight,
don’t let bed bugs bite.
