No Two Alike

Just pass noon

Staring down

At the floorboards

Of the cafe

Soft wood

Pitted and worn

By the passage

Of time and feet

While the mosaic tiles

Show no scars

Each morning

Washed and wiped

Of life’s residue

No secrets left behind

Yet the floorboards

Retain…

A rough tapestry

Just like us

Fragile beings

Pitted and worn

But no two alike

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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