Rooms

Jan Richardson paintedprayerbook.com

Jan Richardson paintedprayerbook.com

He lives
in a vast house
of a thousand rooms
yet the room he lives in
is so small he hardly
has space to lie
down

Down
a long labyrinth
of corridors the doors
of the past stand sealed
by ingenious padlocks
disingenuously
designed

Designed
for protection
they have become
instead his indictment
for the combination
devised he has
forgotten

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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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