AJAR

They tried to row. But try it was. One party lacked intent, the other conviction. Midway, a door wavered. A semi-permeable membrane by which cups of tea and ‘goodnight’ could pass. A kissing gate that stowed its way in with the wind let in by the Jack Russell. The door would broker 40 years of marriage and nurture 3 grandchildren in their lifetime. Some door, that door that wouldn’t close.