(copyright Yuri Kabisher)
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THE DOOR
I can see the door
the other side of the room
it is not the one
I entered from
but it is the door
I have to leave by
it is made from oak
and as I walk
towards it
I note there’s
a brass handle
to pull down
in order to leave
the room with
two doors
and many windows
with views
of garden
and hills beyond
walkers like ants
dot the landscape
I can see all this
as I approach
very slowly
the door marked exit
in letters
of polished brass
I hadn’t noticed before
where I bend
ready to peer
through the keyhole
in every window
faces
appear
unfriendly
warning
not to look
through the door
so I stand
hesitant
until they disappear
and the walkers
are there once more
I see them
through the windows
and want to join them
so pull down
the handle
and the heavy door
swings back
I step through
in the hope
that the garden
and the hills
glimpsed through
the glass
will still be there
the other side
of the door
AERONWY THOMAS
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