Jason Deen The 2River View, 5.3 (Spring 2001)

The Way In

Knocking at
the door of the
hearthall, I
can see a great
light if I match
my eyes to the
edge of the jamb.

Vibrating,
the door sets the
hinges to
high creaking and
small bits of rust
fall from them, to
the warming floor.

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