The Doorknobs
Dangling from the doorknobs
Of my neighbors, lots of days,
Are little bags with handles,
Which is one of many ways
Of connecting in the city.
Have a message or a gift?
Drape it over someone’s doorknob
And provide a welcome lift.
When I travel, there’s a bag I hang
For papers to be left.
If I miss my daily New York Times,
I’m sure to be bereft.
Our packages get left downstairs –
The lobby’s like our stoop –
But the small things fit on doorknobs
Just as long as there’s a loop.
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