Thomasson
Where once a rotted wood balcony stood,
a second-floor door opened to the air
on the back facade of the Tic and Toc Speakeasy.
Green and pink, with red shades, the door was new.
The glass was clean. The doorknob polished brass
no hand would turn. Some steps are left untaken.
We keep so much of life for no true use:
friendships; jobs; marriages; homes; even dreams
of what was, could be. This door is not false,
but prompts remembrance of the past, the lost,
and offers futures we can choose, or not.
At least this is the story we prefer.
I like that door. Not all beautiful things
need purpose. Some things are best left to be.
Author: Richard Stimac
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