THE KNOCK
There was
A knock
On the
Door...
It sounded
Urgent!
I drop
The pot
I held
Spilling
All contents...
Soup
Of carrots,
Potatoes,
Cheakpeas
And tomatoes...
All on the
Floor!
At this
My vegetarian
C,at
Made
A feast!
I ran
Toward the
Door
And on
The way
Tripped...
A tangled
Mat
At.my feet...
The knock
Came again
Shaking
The door
In its
Very frame!
Coming!
Called I
As to my
Feet
I got
And dashed
Forth...
Owww
I, on a
Just mopped
Floor
Slipped
Hitting
My behind,
Bringing
Tears
To my eyes...
I finally
Reached
The door
A mess of
Pain and
Spilled soup...
Yanking it
Open
I looked out.
Lo!
I beheld
No one....
A gust Of
Wind
Hit my
Face
Just as I
Turned
Away!
Oh, it was
You
Was it
That
Created so
Much
Havoc in
Just seconds?
As if
In answer
The wine
Blew past me
Into
The house
Rattling
Everything!
I quickly
Shut
The door
Watching
Things
Fall!
I opened
A window
And shouted
For the wind
Out to go...
It left
Leaving
Behind broken
China
Upturned
Pots
And pans
And more
Destruction
Than I care
Say.
It'll be a
Day
Too soon
Should tne
Wind
Return!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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