At the End of the Corridor







At the end of the corridor, at the end

of every day if only one looks carefully

past the doors and the aseptic shine

there is a moment when the neutrals

that damp down vision part, and there,

shining through the glass is another,

more ethereal world.

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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online.

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