In Kafka’s Hotel
Outside,
footsteps in the corridor
grow nearer then pass,
only to stop and knock
on a door
further down
followed by voices, sobs
and muffled sounds
wheeled off into a silence
until sometime hence
when footsteps again
will tread the floor
and there will be
a knock
on a door.
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