Delivery
Room
Did
you cry?
Maybe
you slept
Because
it was not
And
never will be
The
Golden View
You
thought it would be
First
glimpse
Sight
Sound
Vision
and breath
First
cognizant contact
A
new and unconstrained
Look
at the mess
We
have made of
I,
Me and You
I'd
ask but
Watching
you
Huddled
on the floor
I
know the first
Thing
you saw
When
you opened upon
Was
a strangers hand
Swinging
your way
Shade
casting shadow
Newspaper
on a
Cold
and windy night
Skitterish
victim
I
wish there were
Something
more...
A
reason I could articulate
For
ever choosing
A
place with such archaic
Methods
with which to greet
Those
who've chosen
To
come through the door
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