Amusant
Amusant
Reading a novel
In a coffeehouse,
on soft, red-cushioned, fireplace chairs:
(Janie Crawford’s dream…).
Unfinished pine stools, near orange,
greenish-yellow, latex painted walls.
I chance to look up.
(a moments breather from a novel speaking my soul).
Above me, a corner door:
pad-locked; high windows on its right side:
and- I wonder:
“Why the closure, separation? (no steps to or from the vestibule-)
What lies hidden above? Who reaches there?
Guess some doors are better left-
LOCKED…
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