I step in; the picture files a report.
Flowers ask for documents I never had; I present breath. Stamped: provisional.
The face rules by silence. Its eyes are doorbells that answer with my voice from later: Enter after you’ve left.
Two thoughts quarrel; a third records the quarrel.
Color becomes a verdict, courteous, final: Please remain until departure occurs.
I sign yes and no. Both signatures are accepted.
