There is vague,
so between the vague,
as to why the barn
door was left open at all.
Then there is blunt trauma,
so blunt is the trauma
it blocks the filter from
ever being able to open.
What is in the middle, then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...the wind... it blows the door open and shut...North and South with the storms... Nice write! IT