One rests by the comforting glow of silk cloaked amber;
dreams of the orange sun draped just beyond.
Eyelids ridged, rippled;
Someone desperately dials a number.
Hastily at first then patiently and finally with angry disparity.
The screen flashes;
white then red then a yellow warning and finally — black out.
Shadows on the edge, amber just beyond.
Iris draped tight.
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Another micro-poem from a collection that is finding its way in various journals. This has been published in Issue 22 of Literary Orphans recently.