Portcullis
Open the door &
open the mind
do you remember
once upon a time
old grey ghosts
still knowing how
to play guitar
but only when they want
Sometimes sounding
like a homesick bluebird
or a cicada
building its coffin on
a crabapple branch
the former & latter shell
always in the same place
for how many
years now
The angle may change
but the story
remains the same
an empire made of sand
by nature designed
to reside in the aether
the grated gate
ominous but ever open
july two thousand twenty-three
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