Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, October 24, 2015
What hides in the closet?
There must have been something she wanted-
told me to open the door, gave me a rusty key to unleash it
but a door is not always a door, I objected
a door is otherwise a recitation of the verb- enter
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