Number Nine

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Written June 2025

Step into the future of someone else’s past,
A door closed on her but opening for him
Across the threshold of hopes and opportunity,
From a world perplexingly full of uncertainty:
Inside for safety and a welcome for all:
A desk that connects,
A screen that reveals, 
A room for the day, 
Another for night,
A space to cook,
A place to play,
And somewhere for a companion 
They say is man’s best friend 
Waiting for the music to start. 
 
Woodstock
June 2025