"There are things known and things unknown and between them, the doors."
- Jim Morrison
Portals invite. Often they distract the visitor.
Is it a question of protection or seclusion?
Curiosity scents the difference in lilac.
House finches with a forest of roses rise.
A calling for clouds.
Nurtured by freedom.
They reveal the hieroglyphs of spring.
Green arouses a desire to venture beyond.
Imagine the door open to dreams.
Choose and inside discoveries await.
Taffeta gleams and seams
of organdy diffuse the light.
Dancers twirl and offer goblets.
Will you take a sip?
Seahorses shine in curves of silver.
Where will writing
lead into portals of potential?
How will codes
of memory open?
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