Weisspfennig House, Fredonia, North Dakota

You see how important a door can be,
its position, letting the known in,
keeping the unwanted out.
This one is a real soldier, black trim,
vintage 40s, employed to maintain quiet,
to swing on common sense alone.
No one has kicked this door around.

And after sixty years the screen
shimmers under sunlight, still
begging light into its skin. Light
obliges, stroking doorsill,
wooden, clean and varnished floor,
blue foot rug, too. And extends
a gentle hand toward kitchen.

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