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.