Chalkboard Mind

It's all I see when I walk by your front
a two-sided sign with a little pith
and an invitation. My nails scratch
experimental and my ears react.

This is what I'll know of what you
have to offer. No inside. No hello.

A silent lecture, a shame, a hand
unraised. Side walk next
I'll stop by, or peer in,
and find out what we missed.