Change – A Poem by James Gabriel

Submitted by James Gabriel

the drawer sticks on the desk
bent metal from someone
prying it open after it was locked and
the key was lost, it slides out in a jerk

and a rattle of loose change,
fifteen cents
sitting in a pen and pencil holder
and the view outside of the window

is a tree, not my tree,
I cannot see the hills or
the blue mailbox that sits on the
sidewalk, what I see is a red brick wall

and the honeycomb of windows
doors and offices. these scuffs are
not mine nor are the marks across the
desk of pen and deep grooves etched

into the surface. I do not like change

About the Poet

James Gabriel is a writer and poet who lives and works in Los Angeles, CA.  His first collection of poetry, BLACK ATLAS, was published earlier this year.  He is currently working on his first collection of short stories.