poem submitted to "The Dance of Life" poetry contest, Suzette Richards, sponsor, October 3, 2026
Entry 81: A door appearing repeatedly in accounts of childhood, though never in the same location twice. Some reports place it in a hallway; others in a field after rain. All agree it stood open and led elsewhere. I arrived late. The hinges still remembered movement. Beyond, a brightness neither welcomed nor refused. The threshold outlived the house.
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