I am
Today.
I went into the yellow house.
A girl
In green pants
Sat on a black armchair.
A special feeling of light
Inspired by Ray's stories,
Which have long
Been dead.
And I am
Still in service.
Your dresses
Were for young
Women,
With sadness
Flowing into fall.
But
The radiola in the corner
Smiled
At me
With its four legs.
And I
Listened
To the
Noise
Outside the window.
How
About the first snow
And some memories?
In this room,
I wouldn't mind
Watching
Old movies.
But
The armchairs are upholstered
With cloth,
And the night
Comes with ginger tea.
At home,
Where
I am,
I won't leave after five.
I am
Today.
I went into the yellow house.
A girl
In green pants
Sat on a black armchair.
Let me
Have your business card,
Though
I already
Know how to find you.
A special feeling of light
Inspired by Ray's stories,
Which have long
Been dead.
And I am
Still in service.