The Zanzibar Door

April 26, 2016

Flowers, birds and fishes twine
around the open door.

Golden points of polished brass
stand guard on passing time.
Scent of age is buried
deep in must-damp wood.

The eye casts through the door
and flicks away again.
The glimpting glance
records a picture
black on white:
against a sun-bleached wall
a flung out cloak;
a narrow wrist,
a woman’s hand.



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