By Shadygirl  fasing_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 10 May 1999

My Porch

Smiling moon and 
star kisses,
hovering above empty
wicker
on the withered creaking
porch of my life.

And here you come
down the path to my stoop
like a sander
erasing old
chipped
graying
paint.

You knock but 
stay 
when  I don't answer.
I hide behind the door
but I flick on the
porch light.
I let you know I'm here.

Smooth wood
some new boards
and you paint the railing
gleaming white
even in the night.

And dawn finds its 
way
to my window,
inviting me,
tugging
my stubborn resistance
and I find my door
open,  unlocked
and you waiting

for permission to come in.