900. DOORWAY AND FENCE

DOORWAY AND FENCE
Henry and Mark and David.
Jane and Jill and Mary.
Simple names like these
establish presence.
I am looking through a
doorway by a prism of
light on the wall. The
afternoon sun reflects
itself back. Window.
Lamp. Door. Sill.
Chair. Outside, green
leaves ripple in the wind.
The white square of the fence,
it seems, keeps it all in.