The Wooden Toy

 1

The brightly-painted horse
Had a boy's face,
And four small wheels
Under his feet,

Plus a long string
To pull him by this way and that
Across the floor,
Should you care to.


A string in-waiting
That slipped away
In many wiles
From each and every try.




 2

Knock and they'll answer,
Mother told me.


So I climbed four flights of stairs
And went in unannounced.


And found a small wooden toy
For the taking

In the ensuing emptiness
And the fading daylight

That still gives me a shudder
As if I held the key to mysteries in my hand.




 3

Where's the Lost and Found Department,
And the quiet entry,
The undeveloped film
Of the few clear moments
Of our blurred lives?

Where's the drop of blood
And the teeny nail
That pricked my finger
As I bent down to touch the toy

And caught its eye?



 4

Evening light,

Make me a Sunday
Go-to meeting shadow
For my toy.


My dearest memories are
Steep stair-wells
In dusty buildings
On dead-end streets,

Where I talk to the walls
And closed doors
As if they understood me.




 5

The wooden toy sitting pretty.


No, quieter than that.


Like the sound of eyebrows
Raised by a villain
In a silent movie.


Psst, someone said behind my back.




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