All the doors are closed…
And the tarmac is naked
Devoid of weekday life

The windows separate air from air
Air that is not breathed
By people now
For today is lifeless…
No trees live here

Walls slumber
Baking in the afternoon Sun
There are no clouds today…
Not even the haze
Just shades of blue

For me, today is all summer breeze
And newly opened leaves
Glowing in the sunlight

But for the walls
Today is a temporary death
For they are robbed of their life
Like a hive with no bees
Until Monday.

Life returns to the walls
But leaves the living.

05/12/2001

Posted on 07/26/2005
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