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.