Monday Poem

Key

.
dangling from a ring my finger hooked
and drew from a jean pocket
is a burnished brass key warn smooth
from the ten thousand times
I put it to this lock and turned
to hear the delicious click
of entering home,
the place filled with
you
.

by Jim Culleny
9/18/15

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