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The Child is an Open DoorBy Garrett C. Flagg
A door enters my life without knocking,Without shuffling its shoes on the mat.
Inside me it stands, a freshly turned knob,Porch-light eyes amid the dazzling moths.
I sing. From a jar filled with grass,A twig where speckled legs cling, I sing.
The clock, a silver faucet, dripsUnheard into a bathroom sink.
Cricket, the door calls me, its voicePounding into places farther than clothes,
Where a hat proves too much, and socksAnd shoes deepen, filling with sand.
A darkness fills the room, I tell it.A dark with the light of milk undrunk.
A door swings wide into a medicine cabinet.My eyes are shiny mirrors watered with mint
From the spoon of a star, a green fireMelts my tongue urgent, ready to begin.
I open that door into the child’s eyes.The journey takes all day into a life time.