Rowving Smith


The Front Door


There still is
The dropp of
Black paint
On the
White front door

Remember.
We both agreed
To leave it
As it is

I was painting the railing
With black paint
When you
Suddenly
Opened the door

Hitting me in the elbow
Spalshing just a single
Drop of
Black paint
In the very middle
Of the
White front door

Like a full stop
Marked on an empty page....!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2008

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