Walls of Her Own Griefs

She builded walls

to keep out the neighbors' children

lest footprints mar the proper decorum

of her lily beds,

and a childish shrill

disturb the singing of her caged canary;

and she must keep free of slang

the language of her parrot--

High walls hold the secret to coerce time

to creep by at a snail's pace

while loneliness hears

the high heels of indifference clicking on the streets.

Even compassion fails to notice

when the pattern is broken and the gate left ajar--

She Waited--taut was the thread of hope--

only to hear a perfect diction,

"Closed in by the walls of her own griefs."

"Hush!" she said to her parrot and wept.