the unwelcome

there are guests on the balcony.

they are not my guests.

I'm not to be held accountable.

not one by my invitation.

not one with a reason to be introduced.

none will appear at the borderline of my interests

and when the unwelcome depart,

entering the portal of 505 from whence they came,

the balcony will be left to its residents,           

its concrete backbone, the strength of its steel,

the exhibition of the trees above their roots,

the call of the southbound river, its natural isolation,

and the northeast stroke of the wind.