The green door
The gateway to a house
Swings back and forth daily
Slams and gentle closings
Locks with keys of brass, nickel, and copper
In the front of the lived in house
Living bodies stopped from going through the gateway one day
And the last ones came and locked the door
Life went through the door no more
People come with yellow hardhats and take away the green door
And let it rot near banana peels and orange mold
Green no more, but brown
No living thing touched the wood again to enter the house
