Maybe the story is clear,
most well while you're here,
maybe there's something to say
while you're in for a stay.

Take up a chair at
the bottom of the stairs,
it was time
you owed him a visit-

and a story,
of your travels,
in the fall,

and a story,
shall unravel,
revels small.

He won't mind
your perpendicular phrases,
or the way your jaw adjusts.
It's not long for a visitor here,
not the way he elicits dust.
Not long for a visitor here,
your time on earth he trusts.