A Door Knob… by Robert Wynne

…is not a smokestack, belching the wide sky dark
or a chick shattering its way into the world.
Not the brown shell of a free range egg

stamped with promises. Not an outrigger
tossed in a sudden thunderstorm, water washing
the cabin clean like a criminal covering tracks.

It’s not a riverbed so full of crawdads
you could walk across it like a wet, red rug.
Not the passbook you lost for your bank account

with a balance of $18.50, nor the green shorts
you wore crossing the finish line dead last
at your first track meet. It is not the cause of anything

that hasn’t happened yet, a forgotten equation
or the shoebox in which a cat quietly slumbers.
It’s not a stone spoiling the pristine surface of a lake

like the enemy of all things still. Not confirmation
that the golden spiral hinges beauty’s trap door.
Not a dragon shaped like a cloud, a wrinkled photo

of a Saint Bernard with a child riding on its back
or even a bicycle, no matter how far its wheels
turn and turn and turn.

robert-wynne
Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. A former co-editor of Cider Press Review, he has published 6 chapbooks, and 3 full-length books of poetry, the most recent being “Self-Portrait as Odysseus,” published in 2011 by Tebot Bach Press. He’s won numerous prizes, and his poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout North America. He lives in Burleson, TX with his wife and 2 rambunctious dogs. His online home is http://www.rwynne.com.
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