Category Archives: original poetry

The Hinge.

[ final draft ]

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Take your hand off her shoulder

You

With the empathy of a brass hinge

Playing spine

To one grand plank

Of solid mahogany

.

Were the door

To have her way

Such massive progeny of tree

Wood

Not to be cut

And hung

As subject

To the pushing and slamming

Of lesser living

Would choose

The wall.

.

You

.

Up against the wall.

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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo  2/21/17      All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Thank you for your respect.

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