I hold the golden ingredient up
with the divots facing down
Against the brown wood paneling
of the elevator door
The incisions resemble mountains:
the foothills, the flatirons
just west of us
The vista from our terrace
proves the notion true
The juts and abrupt slants
fit the topography of my key
Perfectly
A miniature landscape in my hand:
What an attractive apparatus.
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Poetry without gesticulation.
1 comment:
my car keys just became the alps!!!
I really like the connection between the key and the mountains because keys to me have always seemed to be cold, metallic reminders of the need to secure ourselves while mountains have always been so graceful and at peace, unaware that a concept such as "security" even exists. Yet, they both possess an individual physical quality so similar that you would think they were cousins.
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