Saturday, February 03, 2018

hold the elevator, please!

having pressed the button
for the penthouse, we groan
when you step
into the elevator, arms
   laden with bags
   with grace, hope, peace
   falling out willy-nilly, as
you brush your hand
over all the buttons
so we must stop at every floor
picking up fidgety kids,
   wobbly-kneed elders,
      and strangers
on our way
to the kingdom.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

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