shoes & volcanic ash  

Building the
Stack of cards
Against
The
Glint of her poker chips .. 

The old,
Muse came strolling by with a wily
Wink in
His
Nap case

As the
House
Brought in another body
And
The
Glean of the tambourine
Went
Echoing
Through
Areas

That were once seen as

Habitable .. 

Yes,
As
The
Clarinet goes
On
Chiming through the telephone's

Dream

The city will be waiting
With
A
Fist of cooled volcanic ash

And
A
New pair of dress shoes.