Doors
How many doors have I closed?
Three houses have gone into memory.
Memphis’ door cracks open every Christmas
to let a card in. The two in Hillsborough
remain shut, I don’t drive past these.
Should have left one ajar to stay in touch
with my neighbor but it remains locked
and sealed. Others, their hinges needing
to be oiled, have creaked open. Walking
the dog, basketball games, the kennel.
I still have one left, it stays blocked
most of the time except when the wind
nudges it open to let in a thought of you.
