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THE DOOR

The door to my house

Has only a single panel.

It doesn’t have latches

It doesn’t have a knocker

And its chest is not covered

By old gilded nails.

When I come home

It talks to me.

If it is raining

It whines and says:

“I’m cold!

I’m cold!”

But if the sun

Is shining on its skin

It lets me put my cheek

On its warm chest

And ask: “Oh door!

Did anybody ring your bell

When I was not home?”

Majid Naficy
December 9, 2004