Friday, October 4, 2013

October 4

Red Roof

Suddenly a knock at the Red Door
After so many years
This time will be different

Open light filters through indecision
Optical illusion to make her feel more comfortable
Waiting for the interview to begin

Lack of sleep does not convert hostility into action.

Pretending that the roof will hold
Masses converge into the small temple
Of commerce, retaliation, conventional complacency.

And yet I welcome her to the table
Offer the best of what I have
Secure in a future as yet unwritten

Blades of grass hold this foundation together
Held firm by faith
And hope.

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