WALK THROUGH

WALK THROUGH Awake at 4 AM in a dark and silent house There are ghosts and wraiths afoot in other rooms And chimera dance across the walls. Time has worn it’s foot steps into paths that lead the way From one space where the sun shines morning rainbows Through leaded beveled diamond glass To rooms with shadows in the silent corners of regret That fail to yield to hopes and promises of light. Walls newly shorn of photographs and art Stand in mute recrimination of the crime That robbed them of the proof that people prospered here. People blessed with messy lives that ricochetted like Pinballs through the good times and disasters. People who never learned to cheat but studied how to care, Who gave a measure and a half for a quarter measure’s pay. People who walked the narrow road until it ended in abyss And now they have to find a way to to finish out life there. The smell of tears still lingers in the lattice covered Meditation bower in a corner of the garden The little fountain proves unable to provide the only falling water And the tiny pet grave markers remain resting there in peace A bulky box with double doors commands most of the driveway And things too valuable to leave are prisoners inside. Clutter is trapped in cartons sealed with packing tape Or hidden in the cupboards no one dares to open. Untidyness moans softy in the newly emptied spaces And the dust no longer has a place to land. The winnowing is almost done and things will find new homes In a sad bazaar of letting go the past And turning to the East to meet the rising sun Where somehow in a diferent place they all will learn to dance. ljm

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