When you return, here's a poem...
© dIFFERENT pEOPLE, dIFFERENT cLOSETS
Raze the garden walls…
There’s no gregarious rock…
Such a barrier appalls,
Though some may not squawk.
Drain the sky of stars,
When they’re meant to conspire
And keep themselves afar
In a midnight quagmire.
A hurricane could not
Open the safe of jewels;
For even Ra has naught
To hold back life’s spicules.
Who is it who ignores
The feints outside the window,
The plea that implores,
An imprecation held in escrow?
Forced amnesia flaunts
False trust; despair hovers at the edge
Of the lie as it daunts,
As it holds like a kedge.
Rubies mingle with coral,
In the jewelry box of friendship,
Waiting for the master, a fickle
Lover in a dreamer’s courtship.
I look for a sublease—
So, everyone, raise your goblets,
And for the sake of peace,
Different people, different closets.
Mimi Wolske
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