The Door


Go and open the door.
          Maybe outside there’s
          a tree, or a wood,
          a garden,
          or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
          Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
          Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
          of a picture.
Go and open the door.
          If there’s a fog
          it will clear.
Go and open the door.
          Even if there’s only
          the darkness ticking,
          even if there’s only
          the hollow wind,
          even if
                  nothing
                           is there,
go and open the door.
At least
there’ll be
a draught.
Miroslav Holub

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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