3 o'clock

3:00
	
	I dropped by
	wanting to see you.
	I banged on your door
	until my knuckles bled,
	thinking it's too damn thick
	to hear me knock.

	Were you watching me?
	through that lens
	distorting me, my actions
	maybe laughing?

	Such a thick door.
	Such a strong lock.

	I thought you might open up.

	I guess you aren't here.

				Jim
oil, collage on photo, 20" x 28", 1998
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JAMES W JOHNSON