Best Poem of F W Finney

Who keeps the keys to the empty castle?
Who do you think you really are?

What do you think you're doing here?
What did you think you were doing there?

When do you think they'll find a way?
When do you think we'll find the keys?

How many sois must a man walk down?
And a woman?
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House Lag
The guests have left
their fingerprints on the walls
of our now quiet house.

The chairs point in all directions
like messy hair.

They are in the air now-
probably somewhere over
the Bay of Bengal.

And here we are,
a couple again

picking up coasters and
dirty . . .
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