conducted by automatons.
Remember the old days
when there was a face,
with every profession?
I wish that something would happen.
The man in the pale blue shirt paces the room
with a phone clamped to his ear. The door’s open.
What’s he doing home at this time of the day?
Who’s he talking to?
Once there were people who worked for me
and responded to my every need.
A tall plant covered in yellow berries.An old lady walks by.
She wears a blue body
warmer to go with the coat worn by
her little white dog.
to gather a handful of the poisonous fruit.
The door’s closed now.
If I can’t go to the mountain…