Carpet

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The sun shone on the old faded carpet

Pale, patterned and marked

Dust motes floated

In the light

As it splashed and fluttered

Slanted

Across the worn threads

Shadows played out stories

Mysteries of old and new dramas

Actors fleeing and passions fleeting

Occasional meetings in the light

Dark shapes at times defined

And then suddenly gone

As the shades are drawn

And the TV is turned on

And the magic of the sunlight flicker is redeemed

By the scream of the no longer silent screen

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