Barren of People

Barren of People Some people are so empty within Do they hear the echo of the fallen footfall There are museums without many statues Grande they are standing with outstanding pillars, porticoes and rotundas. In the courtyard a fountain leaps and flows back into itself Some say they are nun-hearted and are blinded to the worlds; Like their marble lilies as they Exhale their pallor of an enchanted scent. I have envisioned myself with a great public eye of style; Many mothers were of Nike and saw several bald-eyed Apollos. In view of the dead can sometimes conjure and injure me with furrowed attention Thus, nothing had happened Alas, the moon lay a hand upon my forehead, So they can blank-faced and mum as a nurse. Written: Oct. 16/14 Theresa Marie C.