What’s Behind the Closed Door?

Penetrating mist, fog, haze – similar

to untangling from sheer gray netting.

A black dog emerged, the fog – Cerberus.

Some mornings, I’m in a daze, slightly fazed.

Is life merely a phase we all go through?

Blue Jay stays, praise the ways the song always

infiltrating mental mazes, phrases

[supplementing my thoughts]

Inspiration is a blaze which reminds…

And I gaze at the red flower.

Sometimes the secret lays in plain view.


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