The Palmer
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Keeping his back still
eyes naked
He sees the wavering dusk
slowly
Enter the reception room.
He moves softly
under the crystal chandeliers
dust hung by the fireplace emblazoned
with the scallop's shell.
A mark for the traveler.
Sideways that dim craft grows
beyond even itself
And offers warm greetings
to the host.
A jeweled smile in glimmers
long faded
An empty traveler's cup overturned
on the mantle.
Copyright ©1994, James A. Gardner
jag@rahul.net
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