POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio

In Full View

With a wide smile you
knock on my window -
still… as you stand on
my porch. . .

You looked - disturbed.

I turned to my left,
I step to the right -
In full view

In the midday sun
a bit of silver shined
as you lifted your arm -
pointed at your head -
your right hand, a finger
on the trigger. . .

I startled you?
I suppose -

I never stopped smiling. . .
as beads of sweat poured
off your face - and
your hand - began to shake

I closed the drapes.


(This selection was written in a
group session, with a purpose
in mind.)

Nancy Duci Denofio