I used to have a front door,
there the last time I looked.
Life coming in and out,
grand kids, groceries,
neighbors, our dog,
over and over again.
Now it has disappeared.
I can’t find it,
No use to look.
The sun room
has a door
opens over and over
on our backyard fence,
our only connection
to the world.
When will
our front door
smile its
gap-toothed grin
let us in
and out
again?
Originally published in Silver Birch Press