They
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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They knocked at the door
but could not enter
my silent world of dreams
where man is but an image
A shadow of my realm.
Daisies bloomed and suns set
-they're still in the cold
Then silently-a tiny crack-
I opened the door
And they peeked in
They knocked again-
undeterred by what they saw
These are the true friends.
Published Spring 1970 issue of the Beachplums literary magazine.
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