by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)

Glory Window Thanksgiving Square, Dallas, TX

Glory Window Thanksgiving Square, Dallas, TX

At the end of color
when trees stand
exposed bare to bark
a man feels a stark
need to replenish
going home

To seek with kith and kin
reunion once again
to search old cupboards
for secrets left therein
to ruminate in thoughts
once put aside
for things he thought to hide

To settle into introspection,
or seek lost images
in reflection
listening to
or concentration

His eye
explores each room
each shelf
where love stored
in things so small as
the details of a dishtowel
its designs so simple
and so old
can somehow
the borders
of his soul

© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved

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