No-one On The Stairs

I, too, have read a book of lyrics before dawn.
The birds were waking slowly on the lawn
with not-yet-morning, browsing-in-the-modes
attempts at song. I, too, was glad the roads
were silent as the silk the geisha wears.
No-one in the parlor, no-one on the stairs.

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