North American Dreaming: Eight Steps
...The dark doorway beckons,
The eight steps call...
But where do those eight steps lead? William Burkholder's poem conjures up an intriguing scene.
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The dark doorway beckons,
The eight steps call,
Planters cast in greenery,
To soften castle’s call.
Mediterranean lamp light,
Hookah smoke,
Lung bite,
Twice boxed coffee
Strong.
Dryness in the air
Dark doorway doesn't care
Calling, calling me in.
Up the eight steps and then...
Dark door wins,
It takes me in.
