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