there’s a hole in my sun
and it leads to my closet door
behind which lie
my secrets
and office supplies

i have a picture of a filmy
naked lady
and a current rumi calendar
and evidence
of a mistake
i made
that i don’t mind you knowing about

doors will be opened
rats will be flushed
into view
and we will look at them

will we know what we see
will we believe what we know
will we give
ourselves
a chance

there are many
holes in our
sun

normal things are happening
but unusual are
the bright colors
splashed across our
landscape

open the doors and
embrace it all
closets hide nothing

Categories: Music Poetry

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