Illusion

Silhouettes against the day light
Glass wall at their backs
The end of a long dark hallway

Red linoleum flooring
Industrial
Acoustic ceiling
Helps us pretend
To be in rooms meant for
Work and focused thought

Occasionally a tile falls
And we see the darkened
Underbelly of the steel roof
The girders
Spiderwebs
Cables for communication
And light

In the corridor
Oblivious
They kiss
And whisper

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Copyright March 2008 E. Bond Francisco

Stories

Asleep I wake in a turbulent dream
Dogs barking,
They know my name
Urge me to curl up with them
Listen to their stories

Awake I sleep in a jasmine scented spring
Trees dancing
Breeze whispering music
In chimes and leaves
I listen to their stories

Broken I sing for a healing peace
Spirit burning
Soul caressing patterns
Of surface and depth
I listen for my story

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Copyright March 2008 by E. Bond Francisco