(Photo by Eric Prouzet for Unsplash)
There is a mind for poetry
A mind not always open to me.
With doors surrounded by Light
Yet closed. And locked.
Sometimes, I can hear the latch click…
And the door opens - Just
A
Crack… and
Something bursts through
From the other side.
A scent, a snatch of song
And then, just as I reach
To grab it
It’s gone. Slammed shut
The laughter
Echoes…
Yes. The words come often as fast as they go!
So true! This one is so real!