Underneath My Door

Underneath My Door

by Bud Lemire on Jan 6, 2005

I can see the reflection of your feet on the hallway floor

As the light shines in, underneath my door

I know when you stop to read my poem

I know when you are walking alone

I'll be watching TV, when something catches my eye

The light under my door flickers, as you're walking by

Sometimes I'll see something being pushed underneath

And then just as quickly, some walking away feet

I know it's a long wait for the elevator

You have to stand for it, without a chair

I post the poetry, to give you something to do

While you wait for the elevator to get to you

I place my poems out there for you

And hope you like them, as much as I do

Well, the elevator is now here

Thanks for reading, you may now disappear

I post my poems in a clear plastic pocket and change it

daily or bi-daily, for people passing by to read.

I'll catch people reading it through my peephole,

and see their feet under the door as they stop.