- for Debbie
Your humble suitor
arrives with empty pockets
blueberries, Mozart
and many questions.
He has traveled a road
he never imagined
to stand upon your steps.
Miles upon miles
are burned behind him.
Doors sometimes
open to possibilities
beyond prediction,
occasionally
to disaster.
To open is to know.
He shifts from foot to foot,
takes a deep breath,
and considers
in one long instant
the implications of his action.
Door; opening; portal.
He lifts his hand
and hopefully
knocks upon
the unknown future.
The door swings open,
the dance begins.
- mce
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