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some doors close without a sound
you may try the latch
you may seek the key

but a door that is locked against you
is a futile tradesman
who refuses to deal

you’re better off
looking for
window merchants on the moon

 

there is no wall
like a door closed against you

there is no cage
like a lock that keeps you out

 

so at best,
you could lean up
against the back of the thing –

like a smoking poet
at a lamp post –

and wait for reason to hit you
before cancer does
and tell you which side of the street
holds your fate
with a pebble and a pothole
and an echo from your feet

 

but be careful as you lean
against such stable structures:
you know they don’t hold back.
and you might wonder what’s beneath them
or what softness you must lack
to be perfectly unholdable
and divested in the black

 

clip clop
click clack
it’s time to step in rain

knock knock
tick tock
some doors don’t ope’ again.

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