loneliness lives next door to purposefulness
in the dark blue bungalow with the pulled shades crinkled-leaf shrubs
long neglect which came first lonely moving in or leaves losing luster
no matter really the point is purposefulness lives right next door
bright white paint adorns shutters roses bloom on bush in vase atop the desk
the counter where cookies cool on wire rack
no one knows what goes on inside loneliness’ home we’re not let inside
the great mystery for if only
lonely would open the door a crack
purposeful would show up with a warm sweet-scented folded-top brown paper sack
invite them to taste the rich flavor of what has been baked