That Found Key

That found key
argues
for a missing lock.

There is the whole
of knowledge:
that any one thing
leads to another.

When they are
put together, 
a secret is exposed
or at the least, 
something’s learned.

Put the key
in your pocket
and shut up about
whether’s it’s junk or
treasure: you may not know
which it is for a long time,
maybe not ever.  But

if you honor
the world, you’ll
hold on to it
and keep looking
until there’s nowhere
left to look,
or you are unable to continue —

and when you’re gone,
if you go without knowing,
some heir will pick up the key

and begin,
because it argues for
a lock, and the lock argues
for a door,
and the door argues
for passage. 

 

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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