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The door… [Poem]

Watching at the door.

Thinking of nothing.

Watching at the door.

A person opening it.

A memory flying away.

A fleeing moment.

Watching at the door.

Crying.

A small rose on the street.

People’s feet.

Traffic lights.

Snow falling.

A door standing still.

Watching…

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