Quarrel's Echo
Quarrel's Echo
The front steps seemed not
to remember my tread as if
she had told them to treat
me like a stranger. I pushed
the bell and felt the echo
of an empty house. I ran the
the bell again but the locks obeyed
their orders and silence spoke
for the closed door. I turned
my back on the blank features
and told the steps good day,
and my wish not to be salt
kept me from the sight of her
pale face hiding in a window
while two sparrows bickered in
the eaves over a half-built
nest.
Publication Details
Original Citation
A Single Focus, 1967, pp. 40
Word Count
97
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Date Published
1967
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