the door bell chimes
drapes horns and lighted shadows
enter leave in cylindrical spies
welcome friend
be sure not to wipe your feet
bring your pain
send an eyelid a prayer
through blinking seances
a table is set
crystal glasses
in a paper cup
fizzle
prop up the hankies
a countenance is spotted
trailing forever trailing
plush carpet in deep blue
shag shag shag
pennies drowned in silver
adages
salvation is a window sill
a bread crumb flies away
nest to nest
like a sun-dial
in an artic zone
shapes triangle their symphony
as die hards zip in and out
of a said in sand venue
deep entities entice
the wave
in voiceless
undaunted
lightning
playing hopscotch with
the undertow
like a question in jest
trickles in a stream of
oft splattered avenues
of backlashed backstreeted
upfronted splash and dives
around the corner of a vision
not quite light
not quite dark
barely visible
atoned in olden ageless
triumphs
by ritt