Wait.
Let my eyes
accommodate.
I peer:
shaded forms
loom, a chair –
but I can’t
be sure.
This has
been my journey now for years.
The lights
are dimmer
in the rooms
beyond.
The switch
from cones
to rods -
takes
time. I see
purples,
browns,
twilight
tones –
a Lloyd Rees
painting
from his
last days.
I wonder
with each move
from one room
to the next
how many
more there are?
I can only
wait and try to see.
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