Efficiency

When footsteps fall on the frontyard,

I get ready.

At the first knock on the door,

I get up and

the transformation is complete.

The smiles,

the stares,

the wows,

the touches

with a

tad of stage fright thrown in,

it's a near perfect performance.

Finally when the audience leaves

and the curtain falls,

the self droops

wearily down

The show has ended for the day.

 

What is love but an oppurtunity

to annihilate oneself?

Reviews

[Chris A. Jordon]

i could feel that poem deep.