The Lockless Door
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1 Comments The Lockless Door - 2008-03-13 22:32:09

It went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.

Back over the sill

I bade a 'Come in'

To whatever the knock

At the door may have been.

So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

                   - by Robert Frost

(still a shot taken in Spain)

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