Shape Shifters

Someone comes down the stairs: 

It’s Tolstoy in his horse hair pajamas. 

Clouds knock at the windows 

But of course the sleeping humans don’t hear this. 

Dawn. Chickens. Piano loosening out of tune.

Leo owns only one book in English—

Women and Temperance.

While reading he spills a drop of tea

Which burns and glints on the page.

I know all this. I was far above 

In the loft, dreaming of the place

Where in the future 

I’d live my strict joy. 

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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