THERE IS ALWAYS A LOCKED DOOR

There is always that locked door

and something,

or someone

waiting

And then there is the sound

of running feet

a glimpse of jeweled slipper

and pointed toe

running, running

down the long corridor

There is always that locked door

and the long, long corridor

If the key should turn

grinding, screaming

with rust and decay

If, say, the old old bar

of the old old bolt

should lift?

But there the nightmare folds

the echoes of running

jewel-shod feet recedes

There is always that locked door

     a racing heartbeat

           and breathless flight

.                   in the middle

.                            of the dream-stopped night.

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