Patti Masterman

Who Opens The Door - Poem by Patti Masterman

who opens the door,
and who is knocking;
and who shoulders the dry, heaving breast of winter,
when whoever fires the gun?

is it really true the season's aimless,
when the hot breath of summer has begun;
and who'll dry the tears of springtime
when the vacant memory grows more dumb?

and who remembers,
and who forgets;
and what of earth is worth remembering
when everything's peace is forever forfeit?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010

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