a-part

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . .  . . . . . it is fantasy 
that's the clue . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

the stage is set in the mini city 
i live in now 

where walls and stairs separate 

families and low batteries cause 

fire alarms 

to go off on sunday mornings. 

i thought it 

out like you had taught but dared 

not open the breaker instead i left 

packed up 

the cats, the kids and left. after the call 
and some pancakes i dealt with the breaker 

- the batteries - the maintenance of it all 

i asked to be painted into the photograph 

that now hangs on the walls 

that's amazing - the style - the breadth 

the overall fantasy given each stage of life 

i've been a small part of it - a glorious part 

one that resembles a sad lost tune of hope 

played in airport terminals - the echo of it 

lost as the plane lands - hundreds maybe 

thousand of miles away. i ponder the door 

way - how another life emerges and stays