A Door


“No, you can’t come in!”

A door

“Oh you can’t be serious!”

divided

them.

Who were talking like this again

Who were pleading

between wooden barriers

negotiating

a barter system

Who were unsure how it would all end.


“But you don’t know the password!”

That door

"Omelette du fromage?”

still 

there.

That was soaking jeu de mots

That was recording a greenness

youth on both sides

a laughing heart

between them

Who were unsure how it would all end.


“That’s not the password!”

What door

“Diplo-door-sis?”

between them

really.

What’s a door between them?

What’s between them?

Lock step in laughter

In their universe of

Spontaneous creation

Who weren’t thinking of any end.