Saturday, July 2, 2016

The Door At The End Of The Hall-my favourite port of call

As a bird
I knocked at that door-
The one at the end
Of the hall.

Now all I do
Is make noise outside,
Hoping she won't
Hear me at all.

Lest I fall off my bike
And hurt myself-
I know she will come
If I call.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)