Rooms are assigned and intrigue spreads
over the drawing room, is invited out to the garden.
Each scene is set in a passage
rich in attention to detail. This is how we live.
Characters sketched in a few broad strokes
in a given room at a given time,
endless conversations restating the obvious.
Even the motives are arranged and
fit the times. This is what happens next.
Dark mystery spread on thin plot, meaningful
glance. Dear reader, I give you
page after page of a solid world
where nothing changes. You in a house of mirrors
with tilting floor and shrinking line.
Margot Treitel has published her poetry in Chicago Review, Prairie Schooner, College English, Hollins Critic, and the Literary Review and a host of other magazines. She has also taught English in West Africa.
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