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The Closed Door


You remember now—

that day the thought was in your mind—

and somewhere in the mayhem

—that quiet space—

in the fleeting scan of your eye

calling with a yearning voice

and immediate retaliation

from the busyness and noise


your mind distracted

the briefest of times

your foot never strayed from its marching

time never stood

still or as fixed as forever

as that moment

the door

entered your mind

like a virus


but you never knocked


and that world

never opened


and the old man

will never know

the shadows that crept through his veins

that moment

he marched on by




© Rainer Rollfink 2009