a villanelle by Suzanne Musin
The dust is never clean. It cannot be
A polished wooden floor. I want to sleep
For days. I want to step inside the sea.
I sit and have another cup of tea
A silence as I wait for it to steep
And tap a drumming beat to nobody.
What can a house be without any key?
An open region anyone can reap
The footprints piling up like old debris
Around a house that wasn’t meant for me
The dusty books are piled upon a heap.
With every beat I sink into the sea
And what contains a sea except the sea?
The roaring echo calling from the deep
That sings without a single melody.
I close my eyes and wait for the decree
I hope that everyone is fast asleep
When I am here I sing to nobody
I sit and tap the beat to nobody.
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