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A door always has a reason.
A door is always to something,
in something,
for something.
A door always has a reason.
A closed door tells you something.
An open door says something else.
A door always tells you something.
You don’t need to ask.
Open or shut, on a hangar or hut
Gaping or closed, on a building or barn
Squeaking or stuck, on a train or milk-truck
Louvered and swinging, on a bistro or bar
On hinges or rollers or slides
Any sizes and seasons
A door always speaks of its reasons.
With porches and rails, with rivets or nails
With drawbridges and moats, for people or goats,
On a vault in a bank
Shut tight every night
Or picket fence gate painted white
Any sizes and seasons
A door always speaks of its reasons.
Whether weathered and busted
Or Painted or rusted,
Shiny or shuttered,
Ivied or cluttered,
Windowed or solid or screened,
Any sizes and seasons
A door always speaks of its reasons.
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2 Comments:
At Thursday, May 20, 2010 11:57:00 AM,
Twilight said…
Good poem anyjazz!!
At Thursday, May 20, 2010 4:07:00 PM,
anyjazz said…
Thanks, Twilight!
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