An ekphratic style poem:
The Far Bright room on the 3rd Floor… It’s wide open! You could shoot and score. In came one mouse. It’s big bright, glass eyes sparkled when the flashlight made its presence known. I have massacred 15 yellow jackets and stomped on 12 of their offspring. This open brown living room space is now where my things lie. In the far bright room in the third floor. Once a coveted door, now all this and more!