The House Guest
Startled by a rap on the door scurrying to open it
and discover who this uninvited guest might be
I peer out on the skyward live oak gracefully bowing
then rising; branch lying on the front porch,
floating autumn leaves...no one
Out back, bewildered yet impressed by
toasty puffed marshmallow clouds high in a race westward
as if shouting “Your guest is my friend!”
I turned and beheld the disheveled mess this stranger had made
and as I shut the doors my house guest was gone.
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