The Threshold

My door is made of solid bronze

but doesn’t have a lock

 

Patina’d with the stain of blood

from all the battles fought

 

It swings upon a rusted hinge

and creaks when open wide

 

To welcome back the future-past

the present safe inside

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

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