One window that gets the afternoon.
Four chairs, of which two are ever used.
A shelf of books I keep for who I was.
A shelf of books I keep for who I plan on.
A drawer that will not close, and never will,
and which I have decided is a feature.
Room enough for one and a half opinions.
Room enough, on a good night, for a guest
who does not mind the drawer.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
