A NARROWING OF THE ROAD

this narrowing of the road
is a soft room for laudations

you see you see
above my bed
a real tapestry
a fine embroidery
of hunter's hands
you see
the windshield of the lada
has a sticker
the crystal shop's display -
a doll gondolier

this narrowing of the road
is a museum

how
my bedstead's legs
go weak
like crumbly
crunchy cookies

this narrowing of the road
is a dream and mausoleum

there I'll be waiting for you