this place is like a room

(First published in slightly altered form in the Poets All Call group on Facebook)

this place is like a room

this place is like a room in which to place furniture of notions, fixtures of beliefs, knickknacks of fantasies, urns of old griefs.

there is the centerpiece of your remembered face. in the corner window, shifting with its lace, the curtain-shadow stripes and dazzles the porcelain of the sink

where the grime of old grudges and antique embarrassments may be thrillingly, refreshingly washed away and dried with a towel of quintessential fluffiness while a breeze riffles pages of a small sacred yet secular

belovéd book.