Through

In the half light of morning

on an old poster

from an old reading series

between the waste basket and wall

a patch of white light

illuminates my name.

I look at the office window

but it is covered.

Through the half opened office door

across the hallway

through the living room doorway

through a small opening

in the window blinds

on the far side of the room

early morning sun slips

through the trees

and enters my day.

It doesn’t take much

for light to find you

if you leave a door open

for it to walk through

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