a swollen river

Aroma
Of a swollen river
Can make a ray of dim light
Lose its way
For a while
But then
Wrinkles on the curtain
Tied too tightly
To let the light come in
Will not unfold
You can wait on the other side of
The window
And hope to catch a glimpse
Of fading shadows of a
Lamp
About to extinguish
Don’t breathe faster
A small thrust will
Declare darkness
In this small room