should you tremble at my door

Should you see my qui­et house
and step up to my door

Should you close your va­por hand
and try to form a timid fist

Should you stand there like a child
and want to van­ish fur­ther still

Do not drop your arm – transparent
but knock, as if the wind.
Or more don’t knock, come in, come in!

Please don’t ask permission
should you see my qui­et house.

Please don’t wait
to guess a judg­ment in my gaze
or, Dear, unsure,
don’t trem­ble at my door.

—lau­ra hohlwein

In Sacra­men­to?
This Sat­ur­day 10 Sep­tem­ber 2016 join Kathryn and Lau­ra Hohlwein at 3 p.m. for a Po­et­ry Read­ing at the Ella K. Mc­Clatchy Li­brary – a com­pan­ion event to Laura’s show of small ab­stract paint­ings. [de­tails] [lo­ca­tion] [map]

Flom­mist Lau­ra Hohlwein is a con­tem­po­rary ab­stract sur­re­al­ist. Copy­right © 2016 Lau­ra Hohlwein.

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