poem of the day October 17 

My friend Dan

told me he bought

an antique door

at the flea 

He told me

It was an old door

covered with 

a wonderful patina 

full of time

He said he was going

to put the old door

in his new house

as his new front door

After he left

I started musing:

If you had a door

from another 

other house

One that had 

opened & closed

for hundreds of years

would there be any

things, thoughts

left of those that

had passed through

that door from 

another time

from another house

so long ago?