thanks

thanks – the word that came in and
sat quietly on the chair by the door.
thanks.
thanks, the word that came in and
sat quietly on the chair by the door,
was in no hurry.
it looked around slowly and shone appreciation
through the room.
dust particles could be seen in the glow.
thanks, the word that came in and
sat quietly on the chair by the door,
had its hands in its lap,
loose and soft, with golden peachy skin.
warm hands that had been
in many countries, had seen many deaths
and lain on many shuddering bodies.
thanks.
thanks, the word that came in and
sat quietly on the chair by the door,
began to hum a little song
that rose and flew out from a pair
of downy lips -
a swarm of smiling music filled the room,
the house, and even went outside
to sit on flowers and between the grass.
thanks.
and then it disappeared, the word.
but wait, it did not leave.
it lost its form and melted
into the chair -
the chair, remember, by the door?
and left a sweet, sweet scent for all
who cared to smell it.