This building is a maze.
I cannot find my way.
You wait for me, somewhere.There are many people
but none of them are you.
A pelican fies inthrough an open window
and regurgitates a child
onto the plank floor.I pick you up, but you grow
too large for me to hold.
You are old now, bent and thick.The pelican returns to retrieve you.
I am alone in the parlor.
I see the sky out the windowand you, on the pelican’s back,
flying into it.
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