call pending

placements of decorated fruits
drying stems and wild leaves
still green but pruned skin
chipped plates with rusty spoons
fogged glasses, dirty plastic cups
stained mantle dusted with the remains of cigars

when will the call come?

cushions frayed by the edges
dried lips bitten by crooked teeth
fingers fold in the napkins
nails too short and red rimmed
stained thumbs, teeth marked pinky

when will the call come?

and then the fall rose
hidden under the carpet
rising dust gathering the humidity
upending the ready made table
why have you started to wail?
there was nothing there in the first place
what you were you really offering anyway?

and no call came but you sure packed it up nice
where will you go now?