Portero

Portero

Again today,
he’s, in front of the apartment
leaning against the door,
he continues to stand there,
in the same pose.

That pose,
is the same I always see,
from the hotel window.

Smoking a cigarette,
talking with
the people who pass,
his eye catches
a young woman’s
as she walks by.

I feel like
people, really are,
like small caged birds.

Tomorrow, the day after, he,
will be in front of the apartment,
when it’s overcast,
when it’s raining,
always,
in the same pose,
continue to,
leaning against the door.