February 22, 2017Poem
Open the door
naturetimemortality
Open the door
Flush out stale air
Hanging on tenterhooks
Curling the pages of
Open books
Turning them brown
The weight of meaning
Pulling them down
Did you read them
Before the wind changed
And all the paragraphs
Were rearranged
Words floating
Replicant dust moats
Every letter must be saved
Launch the lifeboats
Before the high tide
Carries whole chapters away
Every day the story
Is written for the first time
It is a crime
To sweep them out
In the dust clippings
It is not what
A new broom
Is really for
Dementing winds
Rattle morse code
On a heavy door
Open it wide
You have nothing to hide
There is a whole world
Of difference
Waiting for you out there
Just take good care.