Lately
when I pick up this house
to say "Good Night"
no lips are parted
no hips are swaying
no redundant wave playing
on my piano
all is quieter than quiet
Pichu the cat in the yard
stands by
Lately,
when every chair is put into place
every pair of jeans hung
when the last
cup of coffee drunk
I toast the emptiness
of the never-ending day
before
like the schedule that
signals the saying of
"Good Night"
So,
echos my heart
sequined to You
as the night ends
near Mid-night now
dreams float
here
like your smile
on top of the sheets.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
( you seated in
these rooms.)
still..
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
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