Open Doors

To live life with
Open doors
Is to let in
Every late night
Star-stapled story.
Every daytime
Alternating worry.
To let in
Ecstatic selves
And imaginative
midnight bells.
To live life with
Open doors
Is simply to be
As vulnerable
As a flower
In the springtime.

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