February 27, 2014


You've always wanted
this extra room,
for your sister, 
you said,
or anyone else 
who thinks
they're a guest,
an empty room
waiting forever
at the end of hall,
as if it were enough,
after all.

So there it sits,
the made-up bed,
fresh linens listening,
an old family portrait
hung on the wall.
So far as I know,
no one's come so far, 
but now you're ready
for the summer,
or the fall.