A R R I V A L

the upper parts had eroded with time rain snow
place had been closed since the sixties and first opened
as world class place in twenties
we were contracting in new pole lines
and during lunch went touring the old haunt
a room downstairs held the remains of a piano
from a ceiling dripping rot and ruin
the piano looked melted the whole room looked
subermged like a shipwreck in the feeble light
from the curved halls beneath the rotunda

as an imprisonment
institution marriage wreckage of childhood
depression
sunlight giving warmth where a hand caring
may never have been

"they never stole her heart as viewing this valueless"

I wish I had a manual typewriter still
I loved my old Remington Rands
they make a lot of noise through
Incredible to see the font on paper

I love the small little note poems like
these

Thank You