The Ancient Modern
Opened / Joshua Alan Sturgill
The door behind the waterfall
The ivy-veiled entrance to the cave
The unexpected canyon opened in the desert floor
— house of hidden springs.
They ask, “who comes?”
when I knock on the door
No one is blinded by the desert heat
No one is drenched in the thunder of the falls
“No one,” I answer.
“Then enter,” they reply
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