That Old Shop Door
the story revealed
Board after board
the secrets concealed
Boards - warm wooden
The dirty gloss reflecting their age The eroded arc utterly denying it
Each scratch had shared the pain of heartbroken lovers
Every hole wept recalling the calamities that had befallen them
Each nail proudly narrating how they rebuilt their world
The colored metal plates giving hazy accounts of rise and descent,the boards witnessed,
of the numerous czars and barons The chalk mark—of an unfulfilled aspirations stood there,
hopeful of getting etched"
