The Coffer

THE COFFER through the threshold carried by the wind a summer skirt below my knees a request to enter with a sales brochure an invitation to pitch perfume and jewelry unbeknownst she’s decorated her parlor space daring a drop-dead stare the heaviness of dust, that hides my eyes from any other prize my sale unavoidably detained the coffer falls out of time and space not unlike H.G. Wells time machine the end of the world might have come when one sees stars angularity and the sun splashing in one’s eyes forthwith, the ejection of a breath-holders breath a sinking emotion of a pilot’s imminent death but this darling of the skies survived to let in this down-to-earth Avon rep 2/28/2019 *Coffer used more as an expression of a treasure found in my eyes as I spy this pilot’s ejection seat