Saturday, July 25, 2020

John Zedolik writes

Straight Reason 

Two concrete steps then a walk
led not to our grandparents’

front door but only to the plaster
swirled at an immobile side of wall,

a dead end alive to mystery
that would pique interest prior

to the raised porch and ingress
by means of another poured,

framed series rising with reason,
perpendicular to the true door,

so, at times, one must turn left
—or right at another managed way in.

Even following sensible architecture’s
restraint, a direct line may really

be only a crooked strait.

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