Maybe Durango

by Allan Peterson

We are not home maybe Durango

Back there the telephone rings

The recorder picks up A voice begins

talking to the furniture I am certain

the world leaves many such messages

When involving geometry it mentions

bees and their cathedrals of wax

if philogeny then oceans’ portfolios

Clocks count on their fingers

Form is the long distance call

The rocking chair smiles in its arcs

Furniture moves closer to the phone