You stand among a menagerie of buildings
Confused in structure and afterthought

Walking up an empty stairwell;
You avoid Sartre’s vase and puddles
Of standing water

Migrant geese have returned to nest
Where the past is laminated into
Form-filling boxes awaiting all
Arrivals and crash landings

Nothing appears straight forward

Venturing outside these familiar rooms
Introduced trouble, and I know we
Will not meet again

– Richard D. Houff