SCENES BEYOND THE PLAYGROUND

I TURN MY THOUGHTS DOWN LONG, DARK HALLWAYS
TO DOORS AND WINDOWS FURTHER ON
NOSES ONCE WERE PRESSED AGAINST GLASS PANES
WHERE CHILDREN LOOKED OUT ON COLD MORNINGS
AT SCENES BEYOND THE PLAYGROUND

AND DID THEY FIND THEIR PLACES
AND THEIR DREAMS?

THE DOORS ALL HOLD THEIR SECRETS,
SECRETS IN CRACKED BROWN VARNISH
AND WORN HINGES

THE WALLS AND FLOORS HOLD SECRETS TOO

(Remembering Mt. Zion
OCT/1975)