stranger at the door
peering through the screen door
a face gathered my image for the taking
and whispered to me, "come out to play."
red rusted mesh bestowed color to darkness
lit by a winking eye flashing white on night.
"do I know you?" I questioned. "your voice
is strange to me." my jolted finger touched
"all too well," was the fizzled reply. "flip
the latch and step into your nighttide."
I slipped sideways through a timid portal.
"what shall we play?" I asked. "where did
you go?" no one answered. no one was there.
in breathy silence I spun back and peered
through the screen. weighing the image behind
red rusted mesh, I gathered my face for the taking.
from kindled lips I whispered,
"come out to play."
Poem © 2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Acrylic on canvas, 16"x 20", by R. Baker, 1982.