FOURTEEN:

When I look again,
The room is empty,
The wall furthest from me,
Absentmindedly transforms into a modern jazz ensemble,
I don’t think it would’ve done that,
Had it realised I was still here,
The woman covered in flowers re-appears,
Laughs,
Turns to the target man,
Emerging from a room behind her,
And says,
“I’m the statue of limitations”
There are still no dogs

(K)