At Don's Party

I'm sitting on the upper stair, second floor.
The dog rubs his warm shoulder
against mine
(which is not warm at all).
Wagging his tail, looking toward the door -
"Please, let me in!"

I wish I could say that.

And for his own sake, I hope
the door leads somewhere,
and that there's a room beyond it,
a solid floor.

by Anton Shammas

Comments (1)

door leads somewhere, good writing, thanks.