Colour unkempt,
lies forlorn
in its temporary
space.
I wander,
searching, looking
for more.
Carelessly I drop
you there.
You are not
alone.
Gradually building
my store.
I sort.
Water not
too hot, nor too
cold.
Patiently waiting,
for the process
to unfold.
Piles grow:
one here,
one there.
Do you
need my attention?
I pick you up.
Right, you first.
In you go!
Gradually,
you begin
to empty.
A blank
story less
place.
A patch
of carpet
on the floor,.
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