Overread at Booth 4: Those Who Close Doors

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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.
Those
who close doors
are nothing more
than coat hooks
mounted awkwardly
on chipped-paint walls,
their only company a
dull
memory of
muddy coats.

 

 

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