Sanctuary V_The Door

The door was a narrow one, a
Thin slit of a thing, and many
Came and tried to
Press their bodies in, and
On failing, tut-tutted
And went away disconsolately.

I sat a long time
And watched.  Now and
Again an unsuspecting
Person would come and
Press their body
To the door and the

Look of surprise on their
Face was a picture 
As the body obese or angular
Adapted itself to the
Pencil-thin entrance

And slipped through
Easily like
Melting butter
Sliding on a knife.
They had
No time to wave.
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