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Front Door

March 5, 2010

Key sparks blue
against battered knob,
another notch,
inadvertent record
of stumbling home,
exhaustion, cold,
breaking down,
or distracted,
but measured
in wear, fragments
of fire, quickly
dismissed when
lock turns,
dumping me
inside, until
life shakes me
again.

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2 comments

  1. I not certain that my front door looks that way..but I know my car door has all the scares of my life to date..very good poem.


    • Paint does seem to show the marks better. But catching the sparks as you fight the front door can sometimes give things a little perspective for me, I suppose.
      Thanks.



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