PART II – IF I WERE A DOOR –
Unhinged I’d be.
Off centre, off kilter, listing
a bit to the left, a bit screwy,
tippy on my nose, and then
slacky on my back – And I’d
see dragons in clouds,
and galaxies in grass – And I’d
hear shipping news in bird chirps,
and grey static in your tears.
If I were a door, I’d
unquestionably be unhinged.
Poetic Asides prompt# 205: “If I were …”