Old Door



An old door sits locked
in a concrete brick wall
beaten and chipped by
years of keeping its
secrets locked in quiet
darkness. The keys hang
wedged ceremonially on freshly
painted blue. Now both
decorate the ambience for
those gathered to savour
quiet lunches and ingest
dark coffees. I wonder as I
sip, when I will become an
old battered door decorating
the lives of others?

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