I put on my rain coat and hat

snap out the lights one last time and

pause with my hand on the door knob.

Little brass specks embrowned in my

ripening fist hiss in the stone forge of the hourglass.

The doorway trembles and heaves

darkenings free from their doorstep

with all the ecstasy of a popped balloon.

A young moon drips its slender light

rippling softly on the stairs. Lilacs

exhale delicate curled horns into the

curved sky. What a relief to pass through

that great door and find ones self under

soft pale stars shining through the

perforated vault of heaven.

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