Really, What Is a Door
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I've been a carpenter-mason all my grownup years,
and somethingng's been bugging this brain between my ears.
I've asked experts in architecture and furniture,
but the more they explain, all the more I'm unsure.
I must have been to them either a pest or a bore,
but then my question simply is: What is a door?
Some say it's that panel or board that's hinged to the wall,
that which you push or pull, swing or knock on when you call,
with knob and key, with lock and bolt to secure the place.
Yet others say a door is but that vertical space
through which you can walk or dash away from pole to pole.
As a passage through a wall, a door is just a hole.
But without a panel, you'll be knocking on nothing.
And if you do, some folks will think you're nuts or something.
But then without that gap or hole we call empty space,
that wall will flatten out that nose there upon your face.
Today I don't ask that silly question anymore
for when I do, I'm shooed away and I'm shown the door!
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