Footsteps

Posted on November 12, 2014 by
Originnal Irish Heartbeat ArtByAimes www.etsycom

Originnal Irish Heartbeat ArtByAimes http://www.etsycom

The day unfolds
I hear the footsteps
coming up the back stairs
Feel them in fact in the floor
Yet no one is there Only
out front the paper
boy’s soft engine

I dreamt the day
already in half`sleep
The curiously tense staff
One foot in The other out
The Friday Harbor ferry
ride to give a terminal
colleague last rites

The footsteps
are my heart I fear
I hear them now again
within And but imagine
the stirring in the floor
Still the tiny wave
bestirs the cup

Ah! It is my hand . . .

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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