Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illumination 

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Vacation time

The heat of day at variance with

The sleepy city where I wander.

I don’t know if this is boredom

Or just a peaceful clime.

Tried of high tides but

The streams are too shallow.

Old faces are comforting

But nothing stays the same,

Emotions falter like the shadows

Of leaves under the sun and breeze.