Writing

doors

the door opens slowly

it creaks as the old hinges

work to support the weight

of the swinging wood

it shudders as it moves

for the first time

in years

slowly it comes to reside

open

the room beyond releases

a musty smell from

the dark expanse

now open to the hallway

a shaft of yellow light

moves to expose the

wood of the floor just inside

illuminating the shadow

of another doorway

it is made of solid wood

heavy

baren

imposing

it takes effort to pull

catching on the floor

swollen

from the humidity in the only

just awakened room

but it moves

timidly

as it rotates

half

three quarters

whole

one door opens

another closes

but i didn’t see it shut

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