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Friday, February 10, 2006

The Knock

The house
that barely lit a lamp,
content to let the passers by
believe no one was home,
pulled back
at a knock upon the door,
pulled back
the cold curtain
in a trembling pinch,
pulled back an inch
in time
to lean toward the pane,
but not a soul was there—
just footprints
in the snow upon the stair.

4 comments:

  1. I this how it feels to get a comment on a blog that hardly anyone ever reads?

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  2. Yes, actually... among other things, it could definitely apply to that. Do you blog? Some bloggers use their space to keep up-to-date with frinds, etc. Patterns is a bit more reclusive... My family loves stories and enjoys these--or pretends to, but I do enjoy knowing someone else occasionally "knocks." Feel free to do it again, and if you have any "general" questions, feel free to ask, but like you I prefer to remain somewhat anonymous on the net.

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  3. No. I don't write on a weblog but I do read them when I have time. some of yours take awhile but I have read many. The short ones stand out to me. Whatever happened to the end of the one in the hospital?

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  4. I accidentally deleted the rest of the chapters and it's taken a long time to rewrite them--too long. I'm beginning to forget what they said, but everything worked out okay.

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