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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

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