Doors

Before the hare, before the hole,before the twisted dream,there was the door, its frame petite,its contents undisclosed. Was she deceived?Did she believe the world beyondwould match its portal’s size? Or was it hopethat made her drink,despite the waistcoat, watch,and steep descent?A rabbit’s warning cry? Too late, I fear, too late. How soon until we wake? … More Doors