Entrance Ways

The feel of a liquid key
Slowly, smoothly turning the tumblers in a stone lock
Drinking an endless cup of coffee from imaginary books
Living lives other than your own, some stolen or borrowed, a given
Is taken for a corrected mistake, an image a photo faded sunsets
Glowing in crimson trees of darkness breaking through
Midnight windows opening to enter
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-08-27 at 12:20

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