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Every once in a while,
I look around the ancient gold room for a hint of a possibility of interest in me,
And seeing none,
Return to my chair with another piece of white bread and half a glass of Diet Coke.
Over years, I’ve come to expect
Their eyes to remain focused on the wall.
Sometimes if I’m lucky,
I meet a glance and polite half-smile
But no crows land in the corners of their eyes-
Just ravens in the center.
And when they lay those eyes on someone else,
A phoenix rises in flickered-flame
In place of the ravens’ shame
And flies through their bodies to span its wings
In hopes and offerings.
The ashes left from the rebirth complete
Lay on the ground near my bare feet.
I walk around them.
I look around the ancient gold room for a hint of a possibility of interest in me,
And seeing none,
Return to my chair with another piece of white bread and half a glass of Diet Coke.
Over years, I’ve come to expect
Their eyes to remain focused on the wall.
Sometimes if I’m lucky,
I meet a glance and polite half-smile
But no crows land in the corners of their eyes-
Just ravens in the center.
And when they lay those eyes on someone else,
A phoenix rises in flickered-flame
In place of the ravens’ shame
And flies through their bodies to span its wings
In hopes and offerings.
The ashes left from the rebirth complete
Lay on the ground near my bare feet.
I walk around them.