Door

Barry Seiler
Published on November 16, 2017

Who doesn’t have sympathy for the door

Forever separating the out from the in,

The here from the wherever?

 

Like a referee in a boxing match.

 

The door dreams it is a table

Filled with dishes

Piled high and emptied.

 

Piled high and emptied.

 

Laden, the door sighs

As it closes.

Genre: 
Poetry
Author Bio: 

Barry Seiler has published four books of poetry, three of them by University of Akron Press. He lives in Roxbury, a small town in the northern Catskills, with his wife and cats.

Issue: 
61