Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
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