Metaphor

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By Mary Rohrer-Dann

Dog arrowing home.
Sunflower tracking sun.
Steel needle quivering north.
River opening to ocean.
True as any of these
my mother knows
each door’s location,
senses when one opens,
is left ajar or unlocked,
or when the exit alarm
two corridors down
is disarmed.
Only one she fails to find.
The door that opens to home.

         
“I write because I love words and because I want to better understand all that I do not.” – the poet

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