I Who Am Opening

I who am opening

doors
for old women
in embroidered hats

buttered hearts
like kernels of
corn

buckets to paint
lines on the
asphalt

sesame
with three magic
words

would have you know I

waited in the lobby
by the potted
spider plant

salt in my palm
to rub in
the wound

eye on the
road
so little traveled

whispering spells
to make a way
for you

© 2010 andrew kooman

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