gate

gate

you draw rust where heat’s been;
some passage of time;
life’s clouded outcomes;
weather or not we care.

you’re iron to me; blood strength.
took years to find you;
all: frame, hinge, key, arch;
allowing passage back.

Published by Rebecca Sowray

Living the ordinary dream. Words and music. Keeping the faith in all things local.

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