Door Poem

Now the lawn is always summer,
The nights are full of tears

It’s taking too long, all this dying,
To the house you walk up to,

And this is all one quill you can use
That amounts to an answer.

There was a house,
Small and lime green

And it sat it the sun,
The hot Georgia sun

Decades ago,
And you would park in the sun

And you would walk
Up to the blazing door.