I want to give my son a door,
to hang across his
far room, something to open
to close.
Something to start.
a dark door
a light door, a
door painted red.
It doesn't matter,
a door, with hinges
open, close
keep lightly shut
slam. open
again
that
kind of door.
A man loves a woman who lives on one continent and is a devoted father to his two sons who live on another - a situation that finds him sometimes in unbearable anguish. That Kind of Door describes his life/lives, in a lyrical sequence of taut musicality and precise sparse imagery.