January 11, 2023

THE BIG IRON GATE

 

I drove past the big iron gate

at least 500 times. Today was

different. I was walking.

Nobody was around so I

walked up to the big black

iron bars. Locked. I looked

in and saw the big house at

the end of tan cement driveway.

It had big black doors as well. 

My guess was inside there were

lots of black locked doors – more.

“Not my world” I said to myself,

turned away, and kept walking

back into my world – where doors

were red or white – with a worn

welcome mat at the front door.

 

© Reflections, Andy Costello