Daze Poem by Paul Reed

See your words
In glassed frames
On high walls
Above serene floors
And upheld in awe;

So carefully drafted
Such tensile meaning
The innards of minds
Above consciousness,
Behind the closed door;

You have laid a marker
Drawn a line
Lofted the flag
To a servile flagpole
In a clouded sky;

The breeze stills
Settling dust on a shelf
Imprinted with fear
Shrouded figures in buttoned coats
Walk on by;

Others marvel
At such sealed thoughts
On these blank walls
As they tiptoe
And whisper their praise,

I join the queue
Pretend to be clever
Drift slowly past
Without reading anything
In a poetic daze.