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who’s that knocking at the door

it’s a revolving door
that house across the street
a dozen different occupants
over past 20 years

I’m afraid to go in myself
anymore
and I can’t remember
how long it’s been since the
last time I did
afterwards lecturing my children
to never to step foot inside

of course they’re all grown up now
living their own lives with their own
memories of what may or may not
have transpired there

meanwhile I remain here
in the house they grew up in
standing in front of the picture window
curiously watching a young family
moving in like it was only yesterday




april two thousand eighteen
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