It may just be a clever trick
to look away
out over the painted forest
No walls no roof no floor
Only doors remain and
the corner of an eye
Behind it she is naked
trying out costumes
shell discard
The rain on my skin is real
and love a lighted window
From the corner of an eye
that first trickle of fear
can a door remain open
when nothing surrounds it?
No walls no roof no floor –
once open could it ever close?