DOORS
All doors are full of promise
for him. He holds their handles
like gifts he’s found by chance,
or hands to hold in his hand
before entering the paradise
of a room or a house or a street.
To him, the eyes of other people
are doors to a castle,
and raising his arms in pleasure
is opening the door of praise.
He sees a door
in the darkness of sorrow
and in the first page of a book.
If you see him,
he will just be opening
the plain door of the present.
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