Openings …
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Mark Heathcote
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His heart blazes with shadows
Running and skipping
Down a dark lane, foreboding,
In as much as there were - so
Many, walls with locked doors.
Here-there! He looked for openings
"Into one of those flower gardens"
But then he spots a golden bee
Who seems as dizzy as can be?
Even drunker than he
But this hapless bee doesn't wait.
And was the first of many shadows
He's seen passing through
That keyhole - unopened gate!
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