I’m spying the walls, cooing a door
Welcoming an enter to a metaphor
To calls of a chair, sofa or a couch
Come on in, out of outcomes ouch

To a carpet and a tile matching set
Which lacks that soft barefoot step
And holds stares to the empty bed
+ the pillow reminds what was said

The open gap smiles at the tired fly
The wind snatch an unknown g-bye
Wound & would are clocking a miss
The latch is stuck in that ‘reminisce’

Yet I open a window for my sum up
Forgetting… I chose not to wake up
‘Abound’ to the ceiling upside down
“Mi casa, su casa” ignore my frown

© Ricardo Sexton


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