carrying
a lantern of desperation
between
the doorbell ringing
and
you singing in the shower
the
quiet steps
on
the double berber rug
to
mask its intruder’s gain
of
the second floor
you
strain beneath the water
cascading
in its manufactured
soft
spread against your skin
and
a fleeting thought enters
like
a winged insect
a
thought of hard water minerals
being
good for you
or
at least might have been
before
the proliferation of antibiotics
changed
our immune systems
but
then that thought drifts away
and
the quiet returns
stealing
down the hallway
from
where you left
the
door slightly ajar
the
radio is on downstairs
and
Chopin’s nocturne is playing
streets
chum their veins
with
the exhausts
that
race the red to green lights
outside
the old glass
still
wanting
in
its slow tide
to
fall back as sand
you
brush pat the water
beading
against your skin
and
wrap yourself in terry
peer
out the window
and
see the quiet
beneath
the
yellow glow
is
everywhere
clinging
to
where
humanity goes
to
find itself
when
leaving
the
doors alone
EJR
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