Door This door is becoming art with parallels of weather diverting at wood knots. These knots are vicinities of texture— their ingrained paint fast with lead base. Intervals of dent highlight entry of nails, now covert grip playing foil to a rusted latch. Token brass offers a flit of light conjured by the spit and polish of storm gust. This door becoming art, is the weather’s Braille, read by the fingertip halt and hurry of rain. This door’s inner face conserves its craft, its enamel cloistered from abstractive sun and water. Behind…
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