 |
|
|
    |
NOT REALLY THERE by Jesse Glass Placed in the hall at the top of the stair Outside my parents' bedroom door I watched the tall men who were not really there Step without noise and with shadows for hair Past my bed and across the floor. There by myself at the top of the stair I saw them all come and I saw them all go; softer Than spiders from minute to hour. I watched the tall men who were not really there Descend from the attic like soldiers to where At the base of the steps they turned round to climb more. Sleeping alone at the top of the stair All I could do was to wonder and stare As from midnight till dawn they paced the cold floor. They were busy--these men who were not really there. While mother and father slept snug beyond care (I could hear mother turn, I could hear father snore), Placed in the hall at the top of the stair I watched the tall men who were not really there. Copyright - Jesse Glass. All rights reserved. About Jesse Glass. How to order his books. http://www.letterwriter.net/html/jesse-glass.html Contribute Artwork to the Paranormal Bohemian |