start with the gate
doors wait to be opened
sufficient to have stood
to have watched the procession
doors wait to be entered
a progress through nature
but free, of course, to fall
start with the gate
between words a threshold
a transition between worlds
a marriage of past progressive
still ongoing, but silent still
the motion affects decision
the sybil’s leaves scatter wind
(circa 1990-1994, from “If This is a Comedy, Why Aren’t We Laughing)
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