Given opportunity
dwindling,
Slowly dwindling.
Flower bursts
from bud to bloom,
then beginning to
drop her petals;
Opportunity's door
is sadly closing.
Joy's dying,
petals lie beneath
two, two way hinges.
A full heart searches
for the necessary
one way
to replace
the two
which has begun
its breaking.
Joyous memories
are heard in the
unhinging but
change to
the melancholy
as the strike plate
is removed
and left bare.
Crying bareness
looks at left print
and wonders:
A door is either
a one or
two way hinge;
so very simple,
why not I?
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
