Other Poems

Doors

“Not knowing when the Dawn will come,

I open every Door,…” — Emily Dickinson

A door was just timber, 

once, and may be again, 

but now stands established

like a contract

to keep out or let in, 

a means of invasion

or a friendly welcome,

shut cold like an ending

or wide open… 

waiting.

—C.L Fisher, August 2020

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