Moving

(September 2001)
Wasn't very happy in the current job situation, but didn't know what else to do.


Dull and labored footfalls echo
               echo in the empty halls that
turn upon themselves,
that turn upon themselves.

Dust clogs the pores of the paintings
               on the walls and the cracks
and the crevices of collected curios
cluttering the hall.

Now, looking out the window
               looking in at
looking out the window
looking in at

the carpet looks greener than the grass:
               Is the grass greener
on the floor that hasn’t been mown?
(Was that a mixed or melded metaphor?)

Renovate or relocate.