The Locked Green

Of darkest cobalt green Barred bolted Contents unseen I stare Wondering Two small holes Unlock treasure Lighting the coals Of my imagination I move Slowly By seven feet, does it stand proud Towering over the madding crowd With a cobalt green shroud Three feet wide With two doors Getting closer I pause Breathing It’s guard has come I scurry back Peering up to see The doors now open Yet all inside is but dead wood Naught to think The flame dies I sit in knowledge The green doors slam.