PORCH LIGHT POEM II

no, not

prelude prelude prelude

then: the brief mention

of light

no, not

threshold after threshold

then: the crossing

over

no, not

silence cusping song

but singing!

everywhere!

(the heart, with

one foot ever-lurching 

for the last
 
              stair, where

Death’s welcome-

mat, stitched with little roses

waits for the sole 

of your shoe

before

a ubiquitous threshold

of light—
 
    singing—)

About Maya Owen

Maya Owen will never get over the Library of Alexandria. She can be contacted via facebook, tumblr, and what the heck, send a pigeon. Who knows.

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