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.
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