Fruit Cellar
it's cool here in the fruit cellar
cool and dark and quiet
slivers of outside peek through cracks in the door
aging rows of fruit and vegetable
float in silent syrups with fetal serenity
mice feet whisper like rain on roses
my skin tingles with anticipated cobwebs
and shrinks from the uncertainty of subterranean dampness
silence rushes in my ears
and my heart echoes in the empty chamber
it's cool here in the fruit cellar
cool and dark and quiet
why doesn't someone look for me
