To Whom It May Concern:
The house was still again last night.
Today everyone is sleeping & having dreams about birds flying in pairs.
I am breaking deposits with an open glance, with fisted hands & chapped skin.
Dear Sensible Architect,
That which is closed no longer gives but also doesn’t receive;
When you look away there is a pause in your absence.
Still fastidious, the sleeping night lures away benediction.
Forthright & Frank,