Rusty hinge
The door appears locked
Hummingbirds gather
as if to watch
I walk through
the breath of their wings
I push open the locked door
effortlessly
In the dim light
in a corner of the dim light
a small chest
Ernesto 1929 inscribed
I run my fingers through dust
covering the chest
making tracks tracks in dust
A low round table
2 broken chairs
a coffee grinder
2 people could sit
share
Perhaps my grandfather
was here
Ernesto inscribed
In a far corner
in the dim light
a mirror
I clean the mirror
with my sleeve
I see myself as
dust is cast up
up into old dreams
A door easily opened
perhaps by hummingbirds
a table chairs
a mirror
Ernesto inscribed
O take me back
to all that I have forgotten