I really don't believe there's no-one there
Empty rooms turn inwards upon themselves
As they remember
Could not see past the painful windows
For the expenditure that should renew
Standing, staid up and waking through
The threshold
Glancing
Glaring around and hearing
Heartening a distant call
A fatal fallacy
Far off
Thought of over
Obviously the varnished
Vanquished floor
Over the old sideboard
Clanking into the old siding
1986
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