Look around

Rainbow blanket waving on line,
discarded bamboo boot socks,
tangle of clothes on the green vinyl chair,
protruding tail of a puppy-dog plush.

Wrinkly, so crinkly, bags of yarn,
bin for dead tissues wedged by bed,
mad pride flag dangles
from faulty lamp’s switch.

Aluminium crutches — hers, not mine —
stacked notebooks, novels,
two squares of Old Gold in a shallow dish.

Dusty keyboard,
djembe,
floral suitcase, still packed.

Debris of this localised life.

With thanks to @promptsbyjasmine