The Lock Of The Door To The Roof
Author: Pondering Red
The management locked the door to the roof.
Apt.no 4 man could not go up to have his beer
and smoke his cigarette-
a little reprieve from his wife and new born baby.
He usually went up before sunset and his dinner.
And sat – just sat.
Indeed the view was panoramic.
Silhouette of downtown buildings-
old rich houses on the side of the mountain-
And sky – lots of sky.
Apt.no 9 woman could not go up
to photograph her clouds-
the ever changing light.
She would set up her tripod
in the rain – during a storm.
Even stepped on and crunched her glasses once-
Excited by the light.
And yes, she would also sit- just sit.
The day the management locked
the door to the roof,
Cool air stopped flowing through
The tenants seemed unhappy.
Apt.no 4 man, sitting in his window frame,
one hot summers day,
sipping his brew,
asked Apt.no 9 woman
if she had a flat bed screw driver
and also a hammer.
All the tenants were oblivious
to the hammering and the pounding
and the loud ruckus.
Well, now Apt.no 16 woman, on the top floor,
can hear the joyous pitter patter
of sounds from above-
And a cool breeze flows once more.
Ad when the management man
comes to collect the rent
and he will knock angrily on every door,
all the tenants will be bewildered
at what could have happened
to the lock on the door to the roof.
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