a creamy white yawn

of the unsuspcting

then

woke up

startled.

The bill boards

blocking the façade

peeled away

like an onion skin.

Just a tenth of

opaqueness between

you and the world

of the mall road

outside

dear house

Where millions

of humming

cancerous cars

conspire.

We played together

Hide and seek in

your calm

cobwebbed corridors

eighty green years ago.

Now memory is a rusty key

To what

I know not.

Nothing on the other side.

We are but scattered seeds

Unhappening to happen again.

My grandchild has my hands.

The marbles, whorly planets

tap tapping against

the wooden floor.