The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
In restless winds and in shadows dark
over a sweeping plain of wheat so fair
a crumbling homestead stands against fate
with a wandering staircase going nowhere.
Warily, I clutch the creaky bannister
willing my feet to climb treacherous steps
up to the floor of Four...then I hesitate
for my spirit is overwhelmed and bereft.
Herein lies a faded, neglected nursery
a drooping jack-in-the-box with a frozen smile
a broken man-in-the-moon clock hangs limp
with a chilling breeze moaning all the while.
Thunderclouds blacken the distant horizon
like time that cloaks events from long ago
I do not possess the keys to unlock mysteries
but I entered the floor of nowhere..this, I know.
Written on 9/5/2020
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