Door

Posted on August 14, 2020 by chester maynes

Nervous,
I scamper at your
door that

exists
only when all sleep
quietly, in peace.

I
wake up seeing the
shapes and forms

that
turn into one big,
tangible conclusion.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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