On Letters In Flowers
Drooped eyes and slumped thighs,
a knock came quickly at the front door.
No one there to answer.
The door bell rang.
No one again.
The phone rang.
No one came that time.
A rock against the window.
No one still.
A horn honking from the street.
Not a mind was stirred.
Phone and door simultaneously .. silence.
A brick through the back window from a vandal.
The cops couldn't respond to the non-alarm.
Phone once more .. no one home.
All that time no one came home as the world cooked an omelet and picked a flower.
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