The Poems of Mark DotyBefore you is a door.
But you can see the texture
Indicating the passage of time
In layers of flecked off and painted over paint.
You open the door
And find yourself in a meticulously lit room.
On the wall are arranged
Several ancient glass daguerreotypes.
One is the image
Of a beautiful young woman
In a billowing frilly dress.
Another is of a child
Smiling and holding an ice cream cone.
Several depict horses.
And one to the far right
Contains the ever-present Studebaker.
You view them,
Make your exit, and close the door.
As you walk away
The feeling that began
With the first sight of the door
It's a a gay love poem.
|19 August 2003|
|by Bill Cattey|