(The) Doors

a rainbow of emoji hearts

Love 8:12
open the door
of forever change

psychedelic pill
in the pepper mill

pine bark, rough, artifically tinted green like crocodile skin, offset to the far right of a narrow, horizontal rectangle

crocodile skinned pine
through the door
to fireflies

I quite like the poem Door in the Mountain by Jean Valentine

a screen shot of the poem Door in the Mountain by Jean Valentine: Never ran this hard through the valley never ate so many stars  
I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders. 
deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest  
People are not wanting to let me in  
Door in the mountain let me in

a brush pen abstraction of a door with two sidelights, the frame propped against it

& the doorframe
propped, a kickstand
for lease facade rot

a less abstract brush pen drawing of a door with two sidelights, the frame propped against it

I also quite like the poem Losing A Language from The Trees Witness Everything by Victoria Chang

losing a language by Victoria Chang:  
We were born with a  
large door on our backs. When will  
we know it if opens?

Maybe I have a thing for door poems…

a wingding heart and the empty rectangles of missing characters, a rainbow made grayscale and uniform