To Market

The lights are on across the yard again,
illuminating nothing for no eyes,
as careless stagers try to merchandise.

Accessorizing and arranging when
to open house, installing clean disguise,
the lights are on across the yard again,
illuminating nothing for no eyes.

The seats where none will sit, an antique pen
and blotter, more impersonal supplies,
as superficial as mundane replies…
The lights are on across the yard again,
illuminating nothing for no eyes,
as careless stagers try to merchandise.

(Madrigal)

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