Thursday, July 16, 2009

THIS OLD PLACE






SHADOW WORLD
DUSTY NOW
EMPTY PAGES
ASKING HOW

BOOKCASE EYES
NOTEBOOK FACE
NO ONE COMES
TO THIS OLD PLACE

BROKEN PENCILS
DRIED UP PEN
WON'T YOU EVER
WRITE AGAIN

PAPER CLIPS
AND RUBBER BANDS
NOTHING TOUCHED
BY ARTIST'S HANDS

ROOM THAT CRIES
IN PAPER BITS
STUBBORN DRAWER
THAT NEVER FITS

FILES OF NOTHING
BUT THE PAST
THINGS ONCE NEW
THAT DIDN'T LAST

TWO OLD WINDOWS
THEY JUST STARE
AT EACH OTHER
NO ONE'S THERE

THEY KEEP WATCH
FOR THAT OLD FACE
BUT NO ONE COMES
TO THIS OLD PLACE

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 28, 2009

1 comment:

  1. If I was the face you were watching for I'd be there in a heart beat...

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