Today's poem is by Cynthia Hogue
I was leaving the large house for good.
Melody from an upstairs bedroom
wavered down to me:
I didn't look.
I'd so often woken to a voice,
a vibration, saying over and over,
You have a few minutes. This is a test.
What had I felt from that bed? Certainly
not fear. But there was never music before.
The living room stretched above me
like a vault. Floors shone darkly
and it was dark by the door.
Copyright © 2014 Cynthia Hogue All rights reserved
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