the open door.
am i coming or going?
sometimes it's hard to tell.
i suppose it's one of those
both/and situations, but that lends
little resolution to the question
i'm actually asking.
i suppose before opening the door to the future
it's vital to open the door to the past, and
enter the room to examine the photos
that sit atop cabinets framed in unforgiving
remembrance. these accusing mementos
never disappear; nor should they.
beside them are family portraits and
childhood videos and old baseball trophies too.
i guess we take lessons where we can,
noting what brings the room together
and what really seems to clash, hoping
against all conviction that
the room next door still needs decorating.
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