The Door(s)wings

I saw a swinging door, open,
today. As if no one had been
home in a while. The streets
were empty, quiet, still.

A solitary vision, of softly
fading melodies, disappearing
to a sequestered soul. Walking,
having done so for many lonely
miles, in awe I now sit here
alone. Where have all the people
gone? Where did they go? Roses
without trimming, too many years
without shearing. No gardener,
no woman or man. Just a midday
sun and a T.V. reflecting in glass

Then, with a cool passing breeze the
door shuts. The students began filing,
for their noon class. I rise as well
for the time has come to pass.

Testament

Sons of overgrown shadows that fail to disappear until dusk comes, and the looooong night.