Friday, January 17, 2014

At Night…

At Night…

this house tells of
sudden thumps
and untouched cries.
I discover a hall full of
leftover footfalls,
the aftertaste of
unmade beds,
mantels not dusted,
stacked plates
gasping for water.
A fly wakes at four
desperate for daylight,
and an orphaned cat
whispers at the door...
with claws.


 First draft 1998 - this is a revised version
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