Checker

When streetlight hits the veins

Murano glass made of water

With full on black and white splendour

Snow disseminates

It’s winter

When the angle is right

Blue blood on marble floor

It’s a chessboard

But with people on it

All the echoes in the wind

Are vintage pearls

They come in waves

Inconsist

A little red room

We are all stuck in it

Together we have nothing

We have each other 

Reluctantly

2020.01.

By Aran Meredith.