break on through
a door closes another one opens
leaving you standing there
more concerned with what
you may have missed
rather than moving forward
you tell yourself there are flowers
behind the closed door
beautiful & bright & sporting
all the colors of the world
if you had only clipped them
before it was too late
you could have passed them on
to those you admire most
the only screams you hear
are from the inside
overwhelming the messages
streaming through the open door
june two thousand twenty-one
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