The Return of Ards
A re-opened door
From a childhood impression
A glowing hearth
Seizes me in warm paralysis
Clinging to technological hope
Frequency becomes anticipation
Homework is in it's infancy
As I walk, consumed on tiptoes
Reservation is the patron of hazards
A thief accepts the gift of my silence
Attentiveness will be the sweetest bait
A canvas for the content of a soul.
© Paul Ginz
