AT THE DOOR AND MERCY OF YOUR HOUSE
At the door and mercy of your house
I ring looking through the open glass
startled by your random speed and
path
that sends you over certain stairs
and fast
down to my waiting heart you do not
know
and I wonder is your quick door flinging
special portent that you see what
I am bringing?
St-Lambert, circa 1982.
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