Monday, March 21, 2016

An Observation Poem

Gate


Gate.
A vast gate,
like a magical kingdom,
with ebony gates.
Divulging your path of entrance and exit.


Twain gate doors.
Two paths.
One way.
Zero labor.


Vehicles authorized as one side of the gate.
You shouldn't wander through the sod,
Nor litter,
Nor leap over the gate.


With unlocked gates,
a path to discover.
Entering the other side,
is like entering a new world,
alone with peace and privacy.

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