#1082209 added January 10, 2025 at 2:51pm Restrictions: None
Glove
Glove
Glove on the floor of the passage,
black leather, long cuffs,
peeled from a careless hand
and dropped in haste,
fingers splayed in shock,
heartlessly abandoned,
and now a spark
to idle passing tales.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.01.25
Prompt: None.
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