#32 – Curious
01/09/2017
A small closed gate,
Protecting the few steps
Leading to a house,
I do not know.
It is locked,
But I can step over with ease,
Anytime I please.
It must have a purpose,
But I’m unable to grasp;
Just a wandering thought
On days I stroll by.
It passes, then returns
When next we meet again…
