is not one we chose on purpose -
the closing portals of communication
were more like grass growing over,
and blackberry vines - things we thought
we'd attend to, when next - if only -
we could get the chance
But after a time I think maybe
we won't even know
where the portals were,
won't know how to open them up,
won't remember, maybe,
why it would be
important to do so.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2021
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