A Little Trap Door Opens, Silence (Colin James)

Posted on February 1, 2011 by in Heightened Talk


Is that you God

loitering in the begonias

behind old man Kebler’s barn?

the trails there are endless

labyrinths of cruelty to their friends

if you lay low, the distracted

will walk right past

and who isn’t nowadays?

you must tell me how you fared

leave a note on the window

nail it to the glass