1: first the wind through the double doors
a valve pushed open a pulse in the air
down the red carpet's arterial design
the smell of perfume and crease of faces
an old woman's smile extinguishes all that preceded it
but kindness
2: then the voices climbing reach a single note
late afternoon descends through the open windows
while ceiling fans sweep and rearrange His words
outside they fall swollen to the ground
you know the way the light is in here?
heavy and green
3: I've missed you
and the company you keep
a place at your table
saved for me
