Door Mates
Door Mates
He sits there alone
feeding the pigeons
worn out from banging on doors
forever closed to him.
She cleans
someone elses home.
It is the only house
she has ever had a key to.
They meet every evening
satisfied
that their persistence
opened doors for their children.
They were the backbone
of a resistance
the heart of a revolution
now overlooked
by those setting fire
to the doors
believing
they have been opened.
He opens the door
she smiles
their small apartment
a place of peace.
©7/23/2021
DOORS Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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