Thursday, August 30, 2012

Overread at Booth 4: Those Who Close Doors



Those who close doors
never know the joy of
the wind in their hair,
never appreciate the
pleasure of the soft hand,
the fingers
weaving into the fingers
of another, the cool
warmth of the touch.
who close doors
are nothing more
than coat hooks
mounted awkwardly
on chipped-paint walls,
their only company a
memory of
muddy coats.

from 366.



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