By: J.Lee~

doorknob faces

The keys that turn the seasons
like the hands without a clock
In the faces of the doorknobs
that speak in double talk

In the room of no more spaces
like the rugs that never lie
Windows swing from ceiling tiles
to view the nighttime sky

Doorknob faces scream in keys
singing songs in sharps and flats
Pointing ears that say goodbye
as they bow and tip their hats

jarea poet