mysteryons xxv

You can

see

the

space

in between the

chambers.

Each cylinder empty.

*

The doors are a given,

can’t trust the direction of grain

the waves that count back the years

between hinge and lock.

*

We’ve let go of our own hands

no longer dancing down the sidewalk

skipping crack, skipping crack.

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2 thoughts on “mysteryons xxv

  1. I like this poem a lot. The depth of emotion is both vivid and, yet, mysterious. Between hinge and lock is such a large space of meaning, yet a tiny physical space. There’s just so many layers to this piece that every time I re-read it I get a new and entirely different feeling about. That’s the kind of poetry that I really dig!

  2. for the past 8 months,
    I have been coming cross your poetry a few times,
    I am impressed.
    stunning image,
    outstanding wordplay.

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