Here is the next poem from my assignments in Creative Writing
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Stone tiles
Each square angle leads to yet another,
with the outline of the mortar rough and grey
setting one more tile among the others.
The not quite smoothness of the surface
is painted with a rainbow
of shifting browns and reds and greys.
No valleys to hide the dirt that feet bring in,
it sits on top to jam the wheels of the chair,
while the tiles form the foundation of the room.
–David Burrow
21 February 2006
