F W Finney
House Lag - Poem by F W Finney
The guests have left
their fingerprints on the walls
of our now quiet house.
The chairs point in all directions
like messy hair.
They are in the air now-
probably somewhere over
the Bay of Bengal.
And here we are,
a couple again
picking up coasters and
tracing our steps
across the week's backyard
looking for patches of unmown grass;
wondering among the weeds
how we fared as hosts,
regretting our choices of certain restaurants
and the city's endless sedative traffic;
we forgot to do.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The Dissolution of the Sparkling Bridge.
(1997: Suksit Siam-Bangkok, Thailand)
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