look away


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
she’ll 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?