Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The dark paint upon our floorboards has begun to peel away.

The dark paint upon our floorboards
Has begun to peel away
Inch by inch
Spot by spot
Each day revealing more chalky whiteness.

I do not approve,
But I am curious

If we remained here
Living quietly in this crumbling half of a house
Would the moment finally come,
As the final bits of darkness discretely disappeared,
When God would come out from underneath
As if to say,
“I have been here all along
In the white chalk beneath the paint.”

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