Poem 124: Welcome Guests
The house
was dim,
the day, bright.
When the door
opened,
you quickly stepped
into the light
and closed it
with a click,
locking the long night
inside.
Another door
opened
as you stood
blinking
on the dazzling sidewalk,
waiting to regain
your sight.
Unafraid, you
entered and left it
open wide
for the autumn air,
the honeyed sunlight,
those sweet old songs,
and all the other
welcome guests
you knew
would come along.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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