The Door

“Darling, that door,
where does it go?”

She smiled a wide smile,

teeth sparkling like the

champagne she sipped.

 

“You’ll have to see for yourself.”

She worked the key

into the lock

and turned it with great

hesitance.

Had my heart stopped then,

I could not be sure.

It mystified me to no end.

 

Great, modest game of life,

you have your way of calling

to your dancers.

So as I walked through that door,

I soared.

 

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