May 8 by The Running Son
a note on doors
Dont have the heart to shut my door anymore,
or read what I wrote.
We never see it,
but the cleaning we do and the second guessing
of poems is all foolish.
closing off the messy parts and hiding
is like holding on to first thoughts
So many thoughts have happend
while we were following yesterdays fashion
and shutting doors
on our disorderly
by Jim Aldrich