The Door Hinge

A door turns on its hinge,

And a sluggard on his bed.

Rhyme orange. Reading

A series of texts

About how lyrics

Can or will end up

In anthologies,

Having been sluggard

Content to collect

Florilegia

Made canonical

By the gatekeepers

Rather than searching

Out originals,

The creaky hinges

Of the skull protest.

The hinge makes the door

Functional,

And doors of all kinds,

Sliding, gliding, locked,

Swinging, or askew,

Are of great value.

The gate and the hinge,

The canon of poems,

The sluggard abed,

They don’t need keepers

To get the job done,

Just to monitor

The access they are.