by Julie A. Dickson

It’s half open already,
welcome doorway;
climb to the threshold,
enter to previous times
wrought with memories.
Step through —
this entry of now,
passage to present,
vestige of today.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The number of times I have entered and exited through the same door, to and from my home, leads me to recall many times, days, memories of the past and the present.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Julie A. Dickson is a NH poet, whose work appears in various journals, such as Ekphrastic Review, The Harvard Press, Poetry Quarterly, Avocet Nature Poetry Journal. She was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2018, and her full-length works of poetry and Young Adult fiction can be found on Amazon. Dickson is a lover of rescued elephants and feral cats, and is a member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire.