whose face it is

by Gabor G. Gyukics

the mirror shows a different picture every day

the flame shooting out from the fireplace
is counting the new arrivals
the flame of the candle says good bye
to those who are going away

anticipation gathers inside
a butterfly with spread wings
lies on the hot rocky floor

paint rolls off of the wall
the house rises up
the fresh faced wind
flies it
to another place