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there is a door
to a room
i used to play in

i used to sleep in
i used to pray in

the wind must have blown it shut
one day
while i was gone –
hard gust
mistral song

so i walked along corridors
for ages
in forgetful absence
of four corners filled

 

until now

until now

 

a new chinook sings
and to the door it brings
a key
and me
to unlock forgotten rooms
and occupy them
again
only better

because i know what it is to live without the walls
that were built to hold me
like lover’s arms

tight and free

 

you
beautiful
southern summer gale
from mountains west
and salt water sea
pressing into locked places,
coming, rising, lifting me

open the door
let me in
i want to feel your space again.

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