An Old Lamp
Sits on my desk
Its surface hard
Unyielding, shines
Its oval shape calls
It was a gift so many
Years ago, I hardly
Remember, I’m grateful
For its light, its gray
Unobtrusive color
Reflections of it are
There for me, waiting
Listening, longing
To dance and sing
To do what I can do.
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Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.