le dije que limpiara la mesa
when you are told to do something you do it-
you listen to your Father.
“we can always change” said the window,
it had not been cleaned for months.
Spider webs and dust collected in the temple window where there was no pane,
just cold air in the morning that became warm by dusk.
Dusk is red.
When he prayed he heard the water trickling from the fountain
and everything was mostly red.
He could have changed his mind to turn around,
and look at who was behind him.
He could have painted the room another color.
His heart could have lifted lower and bled towards the floor.
He could have disobeyed.
He thought, “Go where you are told,
you must follow directions.”
He went, on his knees,
into the Red.
Everything was clean except for one thing
and he could not reach.
In the morning brightness
dust was revealed on the surfaces
that looked up.
He, too, looked up
with both of his eyes shut.
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