That kind of door

I want to give my son a door,
to hang across his
far room, something to open

to close.
Something to start.

a dark door
a light door, a

door painted red.
It doesn’t matter,
a door, with hinges

open, close

keep lightly shut
slam. open
again
that

kind of door.

A man loves a woman who lives on one continent and is a devoted father to his two sons who live on another – a situation that finds him sometimes in unbearable anguish. That kind of door describes his life/lives, in a lyrical sequence of taut musicality and precise sparse.

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