Already arrived,
Envisioning a passing glance at the unblinking eye
of the dozed-off answering machine;
Behind the closing door,
peering back at an echolalic vortex
of gloomy stairs;
Reassured,
As I know all answers are here,
In the evening unfolding above the sobbing of the radiator;
I scatter hasty seconds
counting down shadows
in the doleful warmth of the dimmed hall;
fingering the rosary of the keys out of habit,
to the threaded laments of the bonsai tree I mushroom over.
Fingering the keys
© Copyright: Tamara, 2001
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