The dogs bark
at intruders.
Which everyone is.
Which anyone is.
I am deflated,
empty even of air.
Vacant. Hollow.
Wordless.
The sun shines
the goldfinch sings
on the other side
of the window.
I open the shutters,
close them. What
is on the other side
of this wall?
I am uninhabited.
Come in.
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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