poem

 Key Card Entry

At the end of the long hallway

There is a door that opens 

With key card entry only

The lanyard around my neck

Jangles a ring of skeleton keys 

That have never been used before 

There is a door somewhere

Else with an old fashioned lock.

Only I can open it.

Meet me in the stairwell 

Of this post industrial labyrinth.

Without you, I’ll never find it

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