ALL THIS IS
The rest is overdue, the rest is nothing new,
all this is is what's been coming due. I hear a
delivery guy in the hallway chamber - some
Fed Ex trooper dropping a box. To sign for or
not to sign for, that is the question. How willingly
this Shakespeare fades into today. Here, the pale
stairway light is barely lighted, or lit, or what they
say. Throwing no shadows on these worn out stairs,
with the treads worn into the shape of people's feet.
How many has it been, and all those generations?
Are all things square within, do some have hesitations?
I'll not know now, sitting here like this, a fourth floor
stranger awaiting something strange to come my way.