it is a huge space,
few fellow travellers, all counted in.

nicely embellished, we commented on it
our necks bent. the armoire was locked
of course, as is the meaning of it all.

they were laying the place for tea, so no
bell rang, no one spoke of it that day.

a constant sound, was it his voice?

they will pray for him, all is in disorder.

except the tea tables.

sbm.