Open Door

night's black its soiled dresses its greasy fingers its weird chimpanzees they all get reassured at your open door with the signs and symptoms of the river shore a lily restive at the core of the deep well now swelling out of the prison for a morning burst ah what an intense urge the grassy upsurge the open door the signals to soar casting aside all ifs and buts all locks and blocks for the cluster of bees smell of toasted bread a stretched hand melting the grey unlocking from chairs and tables blossoming tulips singing flocks of swans a stir in the wings of birds a lark at the window pane a star at the dancing dawn an island of long necked cranes the door leading to the flood to the star-studded horses in the toes and blood walking the smooth wind with the pencil fulfilling a beginning