empty room

ding! we shuffle homeward then
beneath cloud-gray gloom,
doddle emptily
before great Sleep's repetitious void;
i resent obscurity's watchful silence. but
what's healed by bustling anonymity?
intimacy's absent dialogue
thinly veils--

a petal
as are we all,
flowers forgot.

but soberly, respectful:
no unplucked stems remain.




12/29/08